When you saw Jamie with his frown, his strong jaw tight and his broad shoulders stiff, you knew he was angry. Maybe he had had a bad day, or he was just upset for no reason.

"He’s upset." Ian told you, as you both watched Jamie grumble and chop wood. "I tried to talk to him, but he prefers to be a lumberjack."

Jamie cut wood with an axe. His biceps tightened. He looked up and wiped his forehead with sweat. He looked at you.