i tighten my fists on his shirt , but instead of pushing him away like i know i should , i end up pulling him closer . he walked in and tried to shake off the cold , but it followed him . her father 's private meetings were just that private . she lay on her narrow bed in her old room in the new york flat . `` it does , indeed , '' jack agreed , his voice low and annoyed but he was n't annoyed . his voice was hoarse , but there was still a hint of humor there . 