I asked Jamie, squinting at the odd letters and marks.

I asked Jamie, looking curiously up at the massive structure.

Roger wanted suddenly to ask Jamie whether he was afraid, but kept silence.

I asked Jamie, careful to keep any trace of longing from my voice.

There might be more at the mill, though; I must ask Jamie.

I don't think anyone ever fretted about asking Jamie out before.

I asked Jamie, who was tapping his fingers lightly on the table as he thought.

I asked Jamie, calling his attention to the small gathering with a nod of my head.

I asked Jamie, finding him temporarily alone in his study before dinner.

I let her pull me away, but resolved to ask Jamie later what had happened in the library.