#Chapter164
Strange.
/"I’m really glad you’re here … Both of you./" She smiles without looking up. I hand Jake the bowl of salad after dishing my own and watch her, I feel like there is so much to say yet I don’t have the words at all.
Where would I start? Twenty-six years of pent-up emotions and accusations, yet here we are, acting like me coming home for a weekend with my boyfriend is normal. Not that she’s even asked if that is what he is now. Maybe that’s what that look was all about, maybe it’s obvious.
Jake digs into his food, his normally chatty self, quiet, he’s leaving me to take the next step and for once I would rather ultra-sociable Carrero would just step in. He’s a master at idle chit-chat and dominating a conversation, normally.
/"I’m not sure how long we’ll be staying,/" I mutter indirectly to break the silence.
Maybe it’s best to say it now and not let her think the whole weekend would be /"catching up/".
