Jamie needed some distance, needed some space from her. He hated that he could so quickly get lost in whatever it was between the two of them and it all clouded his judgement. He wasn't that type of a guy. He never had been. He didn't give in to lust or anything of the like. He'd bedded plenty of women, of course, but they'd been the sort that wouldn't continue coming around. He might pick a favorite every now and again but there were still never any expectations. And even then, it wasn't as if he was a frequent visitor of brothels or anything similar. He liked to save his money, after all. Why? Who really knew, but he still saved more than he spent by a great deal.

But she was following after him. Preventing him from getting the space he felt he needed and soon enough she wast touching him. Slender fingers were wrapping around his forearms and only barely slowing his walk. He'd at least managed to get outside but the cool and brisk air did little to calm his slight panic he was feeling.

"You don't get it," he said gruffly, unable to meet her gaze but he did eventually stop walking as the pups began to frolic about outside, "I don't entertain you. You come because you feel like you have to. The pups are your focus and always have been. They need you checking in on them. Not me." And while it wasn't quite the truth, it sounded better than anything else he could even think of to say.

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