“Yes.I told Brad when it happened.”
He takes another mouthful, shakes his head, kind of lifts his shoulders and walks to the sink to rinse his container.“Wow.I don’t remember.Getting old, girls.This is what happens when you get over thirty-five.Your memory starts to pack up.”
Amy and I share a look, both surprised by his blasé response.
“Do you think we should tell the police?Maybe there’s a connection or something.”I frown.“We should definitely tell them.”
It surprises me that they haven’t been around to ask questions.Surely that’s a connection they’d want to inquire about.Then again, maybe they all go to the same school.The same doctors.
The same dance classes.
I’ve probably watched way too many crime documentaries.
Brad turns, and the dark look I catch vanishes just as quickly, replaced by a smirk.
Weird.
“Settle down, Sherlock Holmes.We see a lot of patients.I’m sure the police have gathered an abundance of information on each of the girls.Unless you have seen or heard of something, don’t waste their precious, underpaid time.”
He's right.
“Plus, they were here last week, so they have my details if they want to ask us anything,” Brad adds, and I get to my feet, nodding.We walk out together.“So, who won that dance competition?”
I feel like an idiot, and he’s given me an out.
“It’s not until Sunday.Keep up.”I grin, and he chuckles.
I’m eager for the day to end.Jake whispered in my ear that he’d be back over tonight...with condoms.It’s only been a few hours, and already I crave more of his masterful touch.
The way his large hands grip my thighs, his mouth on my neck.
How his kisses weaken my knees.
That said, I need to make sure we don’t fall back into the routine of just having sex and not getting to know one another.Clearly, I need to meet his family and clear that up.
I believe Jake.
But understanding the situation, feeling included, and being able to put it all to bed would feel much better.
It also might stop the phone calls.I might be able to help, who knows.
Or if he’s told a little white lie and his mother is one of those dependent moms—god forbid—seeing us together may break whatever cycle they have going on.
It’s not like we’ve just started dating.We were together for three months the first time around.
I make a note to bring it up.
Thanksgiving is a few weeks away, so that is the perfect time to meet one another’s families.
I make another note to speak to Cole and make sure he behaves.I like Jake...Imorethan like him.
If he creates any trouble, I’ll get Scarlett onto him.She’s a great sister-in-law to-be and seems to be the only one who can really get through to him some days.Especially since Zara was born.
I’m glad I went to dinner with Jake last night for three very goodorgasmicreasons.I can see a future building, and I’m excited.
Nothing is guaranteed, of course, but after the past twenty-four hours, I feel like my life is back on track.
The next natural stage is for us to meet one another’s friends and families.While we have common friends, now he’s working at BHS, and he knows my brother.It makes sense that I should meet his family.
