Jamie snorted, the idea of him being jealous of Layla's friends sounding so refreshingly normal that it struck him as patently absurd. With a roll of his eyes, he shook his head.
"Not quite," he said, bending down to scratch Richards behind the ears when the dog grew tired of sniffing around Sawyer. "Her closest friend is a man who nearly killed me and more or less tried to sell himself as a messiah, once upon a time. Not what I'd call great company."
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:37 pm (UTC)"Not quite," he said, bending down to scratch Richards behind the ears when the dog grew tired of sniffing around Sawyer. "Her closest friend is a man who nearly killed me and more or less tried to sell himself as a messiah, once upon a time. Not what I'd call great company."