"At Chilly Boulder, tomorrow evening," Jack said. "And I don't know that I've ever seen him drink."

Which didn't mean much; Jack didn't drink terribly often himself, unless good cognac was being offered. He liked being in full possession of his senses.

"If you were going anyhow, I could walk with you."

It wasn't a date. Jack wasn't mad enough to take a date to his lover's birthday party; that would be tacky. But if Emma didn't mind the company...