The Misadventures of Anna Cabbot

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Anna:

Jamie found a ship's log/captain's diary thing.

Carson:

That's awesome! When is he letting you borrow it?

Anna:

It can't leave his apartment. I'm going over Wednesday to look at it.

Her Monday had been hellish and God, all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the rest of the week. She was waiting for Jamie to text her back.

Carson:

If you hadn't already seen the inside of his apartment I'd say that was a *winkwinknudgenudge* kind of thing. But it's also Jamie and you and neither of you are that subtle.

"You little shit," she said. Carson was definitely a little shit but he also wasn't wrong. She was about as subtle as a flung hammer between the eyes and if it wasn't broke she wasn't about to try to fix it.

Anna:

Jackass.

We're not subtle. I mean, he can still surprise me (flowers and nail polish on Saturday) but there's not...there's just no guesswork about some things and that's really nice.

She fought to keep her eyes open. Is this because she tried to burn the candle at both ends between work and searching for Nigel? How the hell did Jamie do this kind of non-stop schedule shit on a regular basis?

Her phone buzzed loudly on the mattress.

[Jamie M.]

Carson is more than welcome to come with you if he wants. Adele and Lenny are going to bring the books after it gets dark on Wednesday.

Anna relayed the information accordingly. Carson could decide if he wanted to drive in from Toronto or not. Bridge traffic would either be a nightmare or a breeze, there generally wasn't a middle ground.

[Anna]

Are there rules? Can I take pictures and notes?

[Jamie M.]

Pictures of paragraphs but not whole pages. Any handwritten notes you want as many as you want.

[Anna]

Okay. Thank you. I really mean it. *Thank you*

She shifted her pillow around until it was half under her chest and sighed deeply. Her wires were happy; she curled her knees toward her chest.

Her phone chimed. Again.

Carson:

I'll be there. Dinner Wednesday? What time do you get out of work?

Anna:

I'm usually home by 5:30 unless the shit hits the fan. Fingers crossed it doesn't.

Anna flipped her phone to silent and checked for any new texts.

[Jamie M.]

Good night babe.

Lovely man, Jamie. She smothered her smile in her pillow.


"I am so stupid when it comes to directions on land so where are we?" Carson asked as they came out of the Allen/Medical Campus MetroRail station.

"Buffalo?" She resolutely didn't look at him even though she had her arm looped through his.

"Yeah, I walked right into that one. Okay, smartass — where in Buffalo?"

"Allentown." Anna tugged him across the street when the walking man symbol lit up brightly in the fading twilight. "It's...more north than east of downtown, I think."