#Chapter46
/"Hey, you./" Jake scoots down on the grass beside me, wearing shorts that are not usually his thing and a loose T-shirt with some obscure band logo I have never heard of. He is obviously in casual mode and home for the day while Emma is taking a nap as her pregnancy progresses and wipes her out more. Jake is an attentive mate in life, he still takes care of her as though she is fragile glass, and I find it endearing that he takes time off work as often as he can to be a daddy and husband first. He used to be such a workaholic.
/"Hey./" I smile back at him, hating the similarities today that I can see to his brother in that all too good-looking face. Every now and then I get a major pang from something like this, a look, or a mannerism from Jake, and Arrick flashes across my mind. I have to push it down deep and focus hard on something else.
