"God, you're tiresome," Lexi snapped. "What is it now, Sagramore? What--"
"What are you talking about?" Nathan had moved forward, still that horrible shade of grey, jaw tight and eyes wide as he watched Jim, though he spoke to Lexi. His voice was hoarse and thin. "How...how do you know who he is?"
"Because he came in here!" she told him, exasperated. "And now he's acting like an idiot and, quite frankly, I'm not really up for head games."
Nathan just whispered, "Jim?"
"Who the fuck is Jim?" Lexi threw up her hands. "Christ. That's fucking Sagramore, Nate."
"Jim," ignoring her for the moment. "How does she know that?"