Page 62 of Jake Forever
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And then, there was ringing. Not in my ears, and not from the elevator.
It was a phone. And not mine either. I murmured, "I think that's your phone."
"Screw the phone," he said. "It can wait. What about you?"
"Me?" I gave a happy sigh. "I feel better than I have all day."
He pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine. "Remember your promise, because I'm gonna hold you to it."
I knew which promise he meant, the promise to look at that picture. But right now, I had happier things to consider.
Jake was mine. I was his. And, soon, we'd put all of this drama behind us – or at least, that's what I thought, right until we reached the top floor, and found our next unwelcome surprise.
