B009R9RGU2 EBOK by Sweeney Alison

Author:Sweeney, Alison [Sweeney, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Comfy on my sofa at last, I decide to waste a mindless hour on Facebook, catching up on others’ lives. The Internet is the perfect way to forget about tonight’s premiere and Billy’s parting words. But after smiling over Izzy’s recently posted shots of little Charlie chasing seagulls on the beach, I find myself Googling “Billy Fox” and clicking straight to Images. Rows and rows of his now-familiar face appear.

There’s a sharp knock at the door.

What the hell? It’s nearly ten-thirty.

Pulling a huge sweatshirt over my pj’s I look through the peephole.

It’s Jacob.

I wish I could say I had a feeling this was coming. Or some sort of omen that something was going to happen. But that would be a complete lie. I am totally blindsided to find his distorted face illuminated under the hallway light. More than anything, I want to sink down on the other side of the door and pretend not to be home. But the lights can be seen from the street; he knows I’m here. And he has a key. The knock was a courtesy. In the space of a few breaths I already feel nauseous.

I search for something normal to say as I unlock the door. Jacob stands in the doorway, an indecipherable look on his handsome face as his eyes search mine. What’s he waiting for?

“Hi.” I lean my weight onto my hand, which is locked in a death grip on the doorknob. But I feel I’ve achieved a relatively neutral tone.

“Hi.” He still hasn’t moved.

“Come in.” Whatever it is we’re about to say, I definitely don’t want all my neighbors to hear.

“It was nice to see Tru at the meeting—though not quite the same as having you there.” Jacob seems confident as ever as he paces past me into the living room. He doesn’t take off his jacket but goes right for the sofa and sits down. I follow and sit beside him as he leans forward with his arms braced on his knees. My eyes follow his absentminded glance at the Billy Fox gallery on the open laptop. There’s a sudden stab of regret. “Sorry. I had to work…,” I mumble, shutting the laptop and moving it to the side. Jacob is so focused he doesn’t appear to notice my flushed embarrassment.

“We need to talk, Sophie.” He looks directly at me, and I feel like he’s staring right through me.

“Okay.” Understand that I’m not playing some sort of control game here, making him talk first. I am just so scared shitless that I can’t form a complete thought. Jacob doesn’t jump right in to fill the awkward silence. We sit there not talking for what seems like forever but is probably less than a minute.

“Look, I’m not sure what’s going on lately,” he finally says. “There’s been this weird tension between us, and I’m not sure why.”

“How about the horrible things you said to me last week? Maybe that’s caused some of the ‘tension’ you’re feeling.” Flashback to Girls Junior Basketball—the best defense is a good offense.

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