Charlotte took some comfort in the fact that surely no one could see her blush in the dim light. Only Colonel Andrews’s face was strictly visible, though it was flickering like the flame.
pulse back into submission and thought she’d rather fancy a swoon.To her self-portrait, Jane whispered, This is the best therapy ever.
One Saturday during the Tad era, Jane was checking the mail slot when fake from 302 came up beside her. The nearness of their slots meant the back of his hand touched hers as he inserted the key.Hey, how’s your dog? he askedBetter. The vet said it was just something he ate.
That’s a relief, huh? His smile was like a first kiss. She stood there after he left, staring into the cavern of her mailbox,cold tingles passing through her body because she’d just had an Emmaloves-Mr. Knightley epiphany experience. She had just realized, I might be secretly smitten with fake.
She did not so much as whisper the idea to her house-plants. Then the week after it had become excruciatingly clear that she and Tad were over, Jane remembered Jake and let herself wish that tragedy might actually be opportunity. She walked down the hail to 302, hope bouncing in her step.
A bed-headed Jake opened the door, squinting.When he finally spoke, he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. I want to hurt my dad. This would hurt him.
As much as I understood that, I also understood regret. Something Brady didn’t know about yet, but he would eventually. Is hurting your dad more important than not letting West down? The team? Yourself?He ran his hands over his face and groaned. No. They don’t deserve that.
Then you know what you have to do. There isn’t really a question. It’s how will you focus on the game and do it? You need to figure that out.He turned his head and looked at me. Will you come? I’m going to need you after the game.