Page 93 of Jake Forever
"You might say that."
"Who sent it?" I held up a hand. "Wait. I know. It was that guy, wasn't it? The one who sent you that picture." When Jake said nothing, I added, "I'm right, aren't I?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes. It does, actually."
"Why?"
"Because it involves me," I explained. "And maybe, I don't like the idea of some jerk reporting back to you all the time."
"Yeah? Well, too bad."
I drew back. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't wanna know. And I don't want to tell you. So drop it."
"Drop it?" I repeated. If that was supposed to make me miraculously forget the whole thing, he didn't know who he was dealing with. "But why wouldn't you want to tell me?"
"Because, you don't wanna know, just like I said."
"But I do," I insisted.
On the sofa, he said nothing. But the weight of his gaze was feeling heavier with every minute.
Refusing to let him off the hook, I waited in silence.
Finally, he said, "Alright. You wanna know what happened?"
When I nodded, he pushed himself up and stood, towering over me.
I craned my neck to look up at him. "What are you doing?"
He reached for my hand and pulled me up next to him. "Come on."
