“It doesn’t matter. I only hope Eastbury is able to elect a finer candidate for you on their second try,” Eli said in response to Kit’s question about what Jecob had said to him on the slingball field.
She remembered then that he would be leaving again the next day, and her stomach tightened. “It seems like every time I’ve gotten used to you being here, you have to go away once more.”
“I know.” He sighed and readjusted, dropping his arm so that his hands were on her hip and knee now. The feel of his touch was comforting, and any thought of removing herself from his lap, now that she had control of herself, was quickly pushed aside. “I’ll be back soon enough, though.”
“This man who came in second, do you think that is who they shall elect? My mother doesn’t seem to care for him much.”
