The farther I walk, the angrier I get. By the time I arrive back at my cabin, I’m seething with fury at Jade and Jordan. I’m hurt more than when Stephen ended our engagement.
Since Jordan hasn’t moved out, I’m going to play one last trick on him.
I stop by the general store and buy supplies. Then, I go through his toiletries and make the necessary mixes and adjustments.
Tears drip down my face at how stupid I was to be duped. Maybe Jordan’s entire goal was to make fun of me, from the planting of the vibrator so security would find it, to the spider on the toilet paper, to the spectacle of changing the waltz to a foxtrot and whisking me away like an evil phantom lurking beneath the opera house.
Here I entertained fantasies of him actually wanting to offer himself to me. His words from last night ring through my mind.
And then, there’s me. You’ll never know what comes next.
Except he was mocking me. He knew I could never stand not knowing what came next. I, who needed the reassurance of an itinerary and a plan. A schedule handed to me of each day’s activities and a checklist with a never-ending to-do list.
It’s the not knowing that kills me, and a man like Jordan will always keep me on the edge, hanging by the thinnest thread like a spider over a pit of snakes.
My heart skips two beats, and a silly thought crosses my mind. Maybe hanging by a thread is more fun, and that spider enjoys teasing the pit of snakes.
