Ivy opened the door and discovered a charged Jake staring back at him. His breathing was somewhat elevated, definitely not normal. He took one deep breath, a confidence booster and nerve settler. He had been straddling the line and drenched in indecision. But she had made his mind up for him. For how long would he allow his life to be controlled by someone like that, as if he was remote controlled from her twitchy and merciless hand. It was now time for him to take control, and he would start by taking Ivy, Cindy was in the past now. Or so he thought.
"Are you alright?" Ivy asked as she stared into his eyes dead center.
Not too long ago, he had scurried away from her claiming her action had been uncalled for. She had possessed the intention to apologize and make it up to him, but enraged as he had been opportunity had been lacking. Now here he was, adorned in remorse and with her on his good side. Probably even more.
