The Truth About Jack (Entangled Crush) by Gehrman Jody

Author:Gehrman, Jody [Gehrman, Jody]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: The Truth About Jack, YA, Jody Gehrman, category romance, teen romance, Cyrano de Bergerac, message in a bottle, Jennifer Echols, Simone Elkeles, Kasie West
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2015-04-14T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Dakota

Saturday I’m working on my geisha out in the garden. I’ve gathered like fifty different pairs of glasses from thrift stores. They’re every possible shape and style, from lime-green plastic cat-eye frames to tiny, delicate spectacles. I’m busy cutting them up and using epoxy to attach them to the basic chicken wire form. I plan to mix the glasses with the gears and sprockets I’ve gathered, meld it all together to form the geisha’s face. I’m plugged into my iPhone losing myself in Rogue Wave, when a face suddenly appears before me and I scream.

I yank out my earbuds, clutching at my chest. “Jesus! You scared me!”

“We keep startling each other.” Emily wears a red sundress, cowboy boots, and a big smile. She holds up a creamy blue envelope as a peace offering. “Your dad said you might want this.”

My heart starts doing a crazy tango. Is that what I think it is? I mailed my letter almost two weeks ago. The emails have dried up as well. I’d almost given up hope. But here it is—an envelope in that thick, expensive paper. I put down my epoxy and wipe my sweaty hands on my overalls. Eyeing the letter, I have to discipline myself not to lunge and snatch it from her hands.

“Here you go.” Her brown eyes twinkle. “Mind if I ask who’s in Geyserville?”

“Just a friend.” I’m dying to tear it open, but I want to wait until I’m alone.

“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

I carefully place the letter in my back pocket. Emily lingers. She obviously wants to have a conversation; she’s been trying to bond with me ever since I met her, even though I haven’t been very friendly. Alejandro’s letter is burning a hole in my pocket, begging to be read, but I decide this is a good chance to interrogate her a little, see if there are any warning signs. Dad may not be the greatest judge of character, so I better do a little snooping, see if she’s worthy of him.

“So, Dad says you teach acting classes?”

“Yeah. Acting, directing, a little dance here and there.”

“That sounds interesting.” I try to sound sincere, though this is just a lead-in to my real question. “Have you ever been married?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. No marriage, no kids. What you see is what you get.”

Yeah, right. An actor incapable of artifice? I hardly think that’s likely. We had an actor living at Luna Cove one summer; he turned out to be a pathological liar. “How did you and Dad meet?”

She smiles. “Our mutual friend Jared introduced us.”

Bleh! Jared, the Gandalf-y therapist. “How nice.”

She runs a hand through her hair and nods at my half-formed geisha head. “I like your work. You’re really talented.”

“Thanks.”

“You always use recycled material?” She fingers a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

“Pretty much. I like taking things nobody wants anymore and making them beautiful.”

She nods solemnly. “That’s great. I love that.”

“Of course it’s also way cheaper,” I add.

“Sure! Nothing wrong with making art affordable.”

She’s so agreeable; it kind of freaks me out.

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