It is, Jamie thinks distantly, a better reception than he expected, though in retrospect, he doesn't know what he thought she'd do. She was never going to be anything but outwardly happy for him. Maybe it was just that he expected more venom under it.

Well, there's time.

Books tucked awkwardly under his arm, he slings the other around, tugging her into a better kiss. "You're telling me," he says, grinning. "It's gonna be great. I have to go later, finalize all the details, but there's an advance coming our way. We've gotta go celebrate."