Page 35 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
“What is it?” Casey asks, noting my change in mood.
“It’s nothing,” I tell her, shaking my head. I love Casey to death but she wouldn’t understand. Would she? Maybe, of all people, Casey would understand. Sheisa psychology major. She has a decent understanding of human behavior. Maybe she’d understand. Or maybe she’d really freak out. Maybe the things she’s learned in class about Jay’s “type” would send her running. Maybe she’d tell my parents. No, she’d never do that.
“Kate?”
I sigh. Maybe I can tell her just a little bit to feel her out and see how she responds? Here goes nothing… “Jay–”
I’m interrupted by Decker barreling through the front door carrying about ten grocery bags. I have to admit I’m a little relieved that this conversation is over.
Casey gets up to help him but quickly turns back to me and says, “We’re not finished here.”
“I figured,” I say, collecting my nail supplies and getting the heck out of there. If there’s anything I want to do less than talk about my relationship and history with Jay, it’s watch the two lovebirds that don’t know they’re lovebirds dance around each other.
