"He's retired, so no studio. But he lives in Williamstown and he's expecting us around lunchtime."
If he was living in Williamstown, he had to have made a lot as a photographer, because that area—thanks to its proximity to both the sea and the city—wasn't cheap. "I've got to hire a car, so it'll probably be at least an hour before I can get there."
"I'm already on my way, but I'll grab some lunch to waste some time."
"Don't go question him without me."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he said blandly. "I've sent you the address, too. I'll be waiting in a—"
"Red Honda Accord," I finished for him. He'd been driving them since he'd gotten his license, and I very much doubted it had changed.
He laughed again. "Yeah. See you soon."
I tossed the phone back onto the bedside table, then sat up and hugged my knees close to my chest. "Just what sort of memory did you give Jak, exactly?"
Azriel shrugged. "You said to give him all the appropriate memories."
"Meaning not just the dance, but the kiss?"
He eyed me. "Yes. That is what you wanted; is it not?"
"Well, yes. I mean, no." I frowned. "I hadn't actually expected you to go that far."
"Then say what you actually mean."
I snorted softly and climbed off the bed. "You're a fine one to be telling me that, Azriel."
He shrugged again, and walked across to the window to resume his usual position. The intimacies of the last few hours would have seemed like a distant memory if not for the ache in my body.