Page 45 of Jake Forever
Well, that made two of us.
Silently, Pete hustled over and extended a hand to help Bianca up.
She slapped his hand away and screeched out, "I'll have your job for this!"
Double crap.
His job. My shoulders sagged, and I belatedly realized that I was still holding the door handle. I let go, and the door swung slowly shut, leaving all of us standing outside. Correction – two of us were standing. As for Bianca, she was still on the ground, with her legs splayed and one of her jaunty high-heels lying a few feet away.
Looking at her now, a horrible thought occurred to me. What if she was hurt? Was that my fault? Probably. And even worse, what if Pete was the one who'd end up getting blamed for all this?
I shook my head. No. I wouldn't let that happen. Icouldn'tlet that happen, not if I wanted to live with myself.
My mouth opened, but all that came out was a muttered curse. Oddly enough, no one heard it, because Bianca was still screeching, insulting both of us, up, down, and sideways. Finally, she flopped back onto the rug and announced, "You'd better call an ambulance, because I'm pretty sure I broke something."
And this is when a flashy red sports car roared into the turnaround. Jake's car. And, sure enough, there was Jake behind the wheel, but not for long.
