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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 72 из 138” For sure, I don’t want her pushing for a second date.
Then she surprises me. “Yeah, Stephen pretty much felt the same way.”
“You spoke to him already?”
“Hope you don’t mind,” she says with a shrug. “He’s a friend, after all, and I was curious.”
I can see that.
She turns and pours herself another steaming cup of c-offee, which looks delicious, by the way. One day she might actually ask if I want one.
“You know, Stephen got the sense that you were already seeing someone.”
Thanks, pal!
“I tried to assure him I’m not,” I say. “It’s a little funny to hear that, though, given he still seems hung up on his ex-girlfriend.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. Did you know she’s a married woman, by the way?”
Her eyes go wide. Apparently not.
“He neglected to mention that,” she says with a smirk. “I apologize.”
Penley? Apologizing?
“For what?” I ask.
“Thinking Stephen was right for you. I don’t approve of that sort of thing. He should know better,” she says, frowning. “Don’t you agree?”
Oh, the irony.
Chapter 56
I STRUGGLE TO STAY awake while I walk the kids to school. I’ve got one eye just about closed, the other trained on Dakota, as I still wonder what’s going through her mind.
Indeed, she wasn’t quite herself yesterday, spending most of the time in her room. Her daddy and I were only talking behind those hedges out in Westport, but the whole vibe of the moment must have seemed a little less than innocent. Eventually, I take Dakota’s hand in mine, and she lets me.
“Hey, Miss Kristin, guess what?” chirps Sean as we march across the street at Madison and 76th. “You were in my dream last night!”
Oh, great…double trouble.
For the last couple of blocks before Preston Academy, I listen to Sean explaining his dream in great detail. Apparently he and I had a picnic on the moon.
“Or was it Mars?” he wonders.
The details are a little fuzzy, but what’s clear is that he has no recollection of my being in his room. Hallelujah. One less thing to worry about.
That leaves only about a dozen others. What’s bumming me out the most, I think, is that after all I went through last night, I wasn’t able to snap a shot of Michael. I was so spooked by nearly getting caught that all I could think about was escaping from the apartment as soon as possible.
Then she surprises me. “Yeah, Stephen pretty much felt the same way.”
“You spoke to him already?”
“Hope you don’t mind,” she says with a shrug. “He’s a friend, after all, and I was curious.”
I can see that.
She turns and pours herself another steaming cup of c-offee, which looks delicious, by the way. One day she might actually ask if I want one.
“You know, Stephen got the sense that you were already seeing someone.”
Thanks, pal!
“I tried to assure him I’m not,” I say. “It’s a little funny to hear that, though, given he still seems hung up on his ex-girlfriend.”
“You think so?”
“Absolutely. Did you know she’s a married woman, by the way?”
Her eyes go wide. Apparently not.
“He neglected to mention that,” she says with a smirk. “I apologize.”
Penley? Apologizing?
“For what?” I ask.
“Thinking Stephen was right for you. I don’t approve of that sort of thing. He should know better,” she says, frowning. “Don’t you agree?”
Oh, the irony.
Chapter 56
I STRUGGLE TO STAY awake while I walk the kids to school. I’ve got one eye just about closed, the other trained on Dakota, as I still wonder what’s going through her mind.
Indeed, she wasn’t quite herself yesterday, spending most of the time in her room. Her daddy and I were only talking behind those hedges out in Westport, but the whole vibe of the moment must have seemed a little less than innocent. Eventually, I take Dakota’s hand in mine, and she lets me.
“Hey, Miss Kristin, guess what?” chirps Sean as we march across the street at Madison and 76th. “You were in my dream last night!”
Oh, great…double trouble.
For the last couple of blocks before Preston Academy, I listen to Sean explaining his dream in great detail. Apparently he and I had a picnic on the moon.
“Or was it Mars?” he wonders.
The details are a little fuzzy, but what’s clear is that he has no recollection of my being in his room. Hallelujah. One less thing to worry about.
That leaves only about a dozen others. What’s bumming me out the most, I think, is that after all I went through last night, I wasn’t able to snap a shot of Michael. I was so spooked by nearly getting caught that all I could think about was escaping from the apartment as soon as possible.