Naomi
“I’m sorry,” a voice said from behind me. I turned around as I sighed softly.
“No need to apologize, Alastair,” I told him as I wrapped my arms around myself. The evening temperature had turned cool and I shivered.
“Here,” he said as he shrugged off his thick jacket. I was tempted to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but a gust of cold wind kept my mouth shut. Alastair wore a long-sleeved flannel shirt, which made me feel better when I accepted the jacket. At least he wouldn’t get too cold.
“Thank you,” I said as I slipped on the jacket. It smelled like him and I couldn’t help but smile. It was way too big for me, but it kept the breeze out and helped me to feel much warmer than before.
“I don’t want you to think that Atticus doesn’t care for you, Naomi,” he said softly, and I glan
