This Is the Wonder by Tracey Ward

Author:Tracey Ward [Ward, Tracey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781507734698
Amazon: B00TNVT1JS
Barnesnoble: B00TNVT1JS
Goodreads: 24685261
Publisher: Tracey Ward
Published: 2014-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

I’m here. I miss you. Thank you for being patient.

I wake up early the morning of January 1 to those words from Jax sprawled across my computer screen. It’s a good way to start my year.

After the phone call with Jax’s mom I went back inside and had another beer with Bray to celebrate. I flagged Robin down and told her as well and she hugged me way too hard, the sequins of her dress digging into the bare skin of my arms, and then she ran off to pull her drunk friend off some guy’s thigh. They had moved off the pole and were giving lap dances. I didn’t want to be there when they improvised a Champagne Room. Luckily we left not long after that because Robin was tired, and frankly, so was I. I exchanged numbers with Bray, we friended each other online, and then I headed home. I fell asleep still looking for a message from Jax himself, but I went to bed easier knowing he was okay.

And now with messy hair, blurry eyes, and a smile on my lips I finally get to talk to him again.

I miss you too. I’m so glad you’re okay! What time is it there?

Nothing. He’s logged in online but he must not be at his computer. I wait fifteen minutes, dozing off again before snapping awake for no reason, but he doesn’t reply. I look up the time difference on my phone. He’s eleven and a half hours ahead of me, putting us on almost perfectly opposite schedules. I’m just waking up and he’s probably at dinner, winding down his day. I cringe to think what it will be like trying to find time to talk when school starts up again. By the time I get home, he’ll be asleep. By the time he gets up for work, I’ll be going to sleep.

I groan as I get up, shaking my head and wondering how the hell people do this.

“Morning, kiddo,” Dad says as I stumble into the kitchen like a baby deer unused to its own legs. “You want some coffee?”

“I don’t drink coffee,” I mumble. I sit at the island and let my head fall down hard against the cold tile.

“Looks like you should start.”

“Mumf,” I grumble incoherently. I watch my warm breath fog over the dark surface, frosting it and covering its shine.

“Any word from Jax yet?”

I sit up sharply, looking at him in surprise. My dad has never asked after a guy I’m seeing before. Never. Not even Eric, and we were together for three years. He listens when I talk about them, but he has never cared to ask. Now he’s standing there leaning back against the counter, coffee mug in hand, and watching me expectantly.

“Uh, yeah,” I manage, getting my bearings and sitting up straight. “He’s there. He made it. He’s good.”

“Where is he exactly?”

I shrug. “Afghanistan somewhere. I still don’t know. He said he couldn’t tell me.”

My dad nods, accepting that fact better than I did.

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