Isa sighed. One day she would get him to grow out of stifling his emotions. Not that she was any better about it, but with him? She couldn't keep things from him when they really mattered, and she knew he was always trying to protect her. But she didn't see emotions as a weakness. Not in him, at any rate.
She brushed her lips over his and carefully stood. She helped Jamie to his feet, keeping her eyes on his face and not letting them travel down his body in appreciation, and handed him his cane. "That wardrobe is yours," she said, pointing to the one in the corner. "I'll go put the kettle on."
She shooed Mr Tibbs out of the room before her and made sure the door closed with a click so the dog couldn't get back in. "Come on, mutt. I'll feed you, and we'll figure out why he's not completely himself."