Page 166 of One Bad Idea
"I'm not pint-sized," he said.
On this, he was correct in more ways than one. But that was beside the point. Speaking very softly, I said, "Well, you'restilltrouble."
"Yeah, and you love it."
I looked away and mumbled, "Yeah, well. Maybe sometimes."
"I've been thinking," he said.
I returned my gaze to his. "About what?"
"Us."
There was that word again. My breath caught. "Us?"
"Yeah. You know what we're gonna do?"
"What?"
"Start over."
It was such a pretty thought. And yet, I made no reply.
Desperately, I wanted to throw myself into his arms and pretend that everything was fine. But it wasn't. It couldn’t be, not unless his ideas about relationships had miraculously changed.
Or maybe that's what he was telling me in that crazy way of his.
Was it?
When I said nothing, he asked, "What is it?"
I hesitated. "Well, I just think that maybe you and I want different things, that's all."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Well, I mean, you told from the start that you weren't a relationship type of guy."
"Yeah. I wasn't."
Wasn't? As in the past tense?"What doesthatmean? That youareone now?"
"That depends," he said.
"On what?"
His gaze softened. "You."
Chapter 62
It would be wrong to say that we picked up right where we left off, because this time, it was different, with one exception.
We were still sneaking around.
It was my call, not his. After that whole scene with Darla, I saw all too well that I didn’t want to bethatperson – the girl sleeping with the boss.
I'd even half-heartedly suggested a transfer, but Jaden wouldn’t hear of it, telling me, "Forget it. I want to keep an eye on you."
Whether he'd been joking or not, I had no idea. But Ididknow that I didn't truly want a transfer anyway. I liked seeing him during the day, and I loved spending time with him at night.
