But . . .
Clearlythese were extenuating circumstances. I was in trouble. Jack might be in trouble. Jack wasn’t around, but if he were, he surely would give his permission for this.
That said, I stared at Jack’s tablet. A hundred and fifty-three new emails blinked at me. Every third one appeared to be from Candy White.
I froze. My heart skidded to a stop and then started up again, pounding out of my chest. I desperately wanted to know what was in all those emails.
I swallowed. I could do this. No snooping.
I kept repeating this to myself as I clicked on ‘Compose’ and typed a quick group message to my brothers and hit ‘Send.’
My finger hovered over the tablet screen, hesitating to close the email program.
It was just . . .
There weresomany emails from Candy. The subject lines reached out and snared me with their little predatory claws.
Let’s get together!
Are you looking for a girlfriend?
Talk to me Jack. I’ll make it worth your while.
It went on and on.
How dare Candy emailmyman! Had the woman no shame?
Well . . . clearly not, judging by these subject lines.
And what about Jack? Had he responded to her?
Before I could stop myself, my fingers had darted into Jack’s ‘Sent’ folder, scanning his emails.
Wow. Jack kept his emails short and to the point. I scanned through three pages of them.
Whew. Nothing there that I could see.
But . . . what if hediddecide to respond to Candy? How would he reply to the girlfriend question?
“No, thank you. I already have a girlfriend?”
ButwasI his girlfriend? We hadn’t discussed anything to do with us and a relationship.
Jack could easily say—
“Intriguing question, Candy. Would you like to apply for the position?”
My vision turned red. Or was it green?
Basically, a potent mixture of fury and jealousy and outrage flooded me in equal parts. My fingers hit ‘Reply’ on the tablet screen. I typed rapidly in short, staccato bursts.
Candy wassogoing to regret making a pass atmyJack—
Bam. Bam. Bam.
A loud knock on the door sent me a solid three feet in the air. My heart literally made a lunging jump, trying to escape my mouth.
Crap!
