“Plans change. Mine did.”
“What about her parents? They hold a lot of influence on her.”
Jagger’s brows pulled together, but Mitch couldn’t tell if it was in curiosity or annoyance. “You seem to know a lot about her.”
Mitch shrugged, taking a sip of beer instead of explaining his past with her.
“I think she was sheltered, but she’s come into her own. Any woman who volunteers at a Syrian refugee camp in Jordan must be strong and determined.”
Mitch sat back, annoyed that Jagger would know something about Sydney that he didn’t. Sydney was in Jordan? The woman he’d known in college would have never taken on a challenge like that. Not that he didn’t think Sydney cared about the world, but he never would have imagined her leaving the safety of her family. Back in college, she’d been protected from the hardships of life, sheltered and somewhat ignorant of the plight of people around the world.
“Fortunately, now she’s focused on helping needy people closer to home,” Jagger said.
Mitch gathered his wits. “Well, it’s true. You are needy.”
Jagger scowled and then smiled. “I wouldn’t mind Sydney taking care of my needs.”
It was Mitch’s turn to scowl.