The man had a dupe everywhere. And this one was a tramp judging from his condition. He looked miserable and worn out, like everything that could go wrong to his life had gone wrong.
Well, she didn’t care. Just the sight of him was enough to make her remember and she didn’t want to remember. All she wanted was to be alone. She had been angry and the first few weeks she was furious with Jamie for what he did to her. For what he did to he--their baby. It was easy to forget that Sean have been Jamie’s baby as well. And as much as she hated him, he had lost a son as well.
Of course that didn’t mean that she had forgiven him. After Sean’s de…when she went to Ireland and everyone wasn’t over her head, watching her as if she could break, she had thought about it. Day and night. It wasn’t Jamie’s fault; he couldn’t know. But she wasn’t ready to talk or see him.
But fate had a different opinion and there he was. Dupe or Jamie Prime it didn’t matter. From all the shitholes he had choose this one to come and take cover from the storm. Maybe if she ignored him he would do the same. She didn’t want to break his spine or his finger or harm him in any way. She just wanted him gone; as far away from her as he could.
If she never had to see him again it would be too soon.
But he came closer; smelling like sweat and Jamie and wet clothes, and suddenly the room was too small.
“Don’t wanna speak t’ ye,” she turned her head away from him. “Ye should leave. Leave me al’ne.”