The front door closed, door slamming. Someone was home.
No. Fucking. Way. Fuck off!
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned.
Backing up to a respectable distance, she rubbed her mouth, and I hoped she could still feel me on her skin because I could sure as hell feel her.
Chapter 11
Oakley
I’d never been so drained in my life. The yoyo of the looming trial, feeling strong then weak, then the back and forth with Cole…
It was getting too much tonight.
Our argument was inevitable, but the interruption meant I didn’t know where we stood now. I’d been seconds away from kissing him, and I longed for it so badly I could’ve cried when Mum and Jasper came home.
Jasper glared at Cole for a second, as if he knew what had almost happened. Back home, he wouldn’t leave me alone with anyone. Cole was different. He’d always been different.
“Hi, love. Hi, Cole,” Mum said.
“Hey. How are Nan and Granddad?”
“Good. They miss you. We’ll have to go over there again soon.”
I nodded in agreement. It wasn’t that long ago that I’d seen them, but I supposed they hadn’t gotten their fix since we’d come back.
“You two had a good day?” Mum asked.
Cole huffed out a humourless laugh. “Sure.”
“Where’s Lizzie?” I asked before anyone could pick up on his tone.
“Staying at afriend’s,” Ali replied.
Lizzie had a boyfriend, then.
“Guess who we ran into outside Nan’s?” Mum whispered as Jasper went to the bathroom.
Cole smirked. “Angelina Jolie?”
“How did you know?” Mum replied sarcastically. “Abby.”
“Jasper’s cheating ex?” Cole asked.
I slapped his arm. Thankfully, Jasper had left the room.
“How is she?” I asked.
“She’s doing well. Working at your old school full-time now. She lives just along the way from Nan, in the house where that crazy old man used to live.”
Mr Johnson was a crazy but harmless old man. He used to walk around the village, asking if anyone had seen his turnips. He had been a farmer before he’d become too frail to work. I’d heard he’d died of a heart attack a couple of years after we’d left.
“Was Jasper okay with seeing her again?”
Mum shrugged. “Must’ve been. They’re going out for a drink tomorrow night.”
“What?”
