Page 145 of The Hookup Situation
“Ten weeks. He doesn’t know yet. I came here to tell him, to try to make things work, but he keeps photos of you on his phone. He drives by your place at night. I followed him once.” She looks desperate. “I need to know if you plan on getting back with him.”
“Never,” Julie says. “It’s over. I’ve moved on.”
“But he’s sure you’ll get back with him.”
“Not this time. Noteveragain.” Julie pauses. “Look, I don’t want to get in your business, but you deserve to be more than someone’s second choice. You deserve someone who doesn’t call you by another woman’s name.”
Sarah’s face crumples. “I know, but with the baby …”
“A baby will never fix a broken relationship,” Julie says.
“Sarah!” Craig’s voice cuts through our conversation. “Who are you talking to?”
“I was just—these people were asking about directions for the corn maze.”
Craig approaches, not glancing at us.
“The entrance is over there,” he says, pointing behind him.
He grips Sarah’s wrist and pulls her with him. “Come on. You said you wanted kettle corn.”
“Craig,” Sarah says, “you’re hurting me.”
“Not now.” He’s impatient, still not looking at us. “Let’s go.”
“Be careful with me. I’mpregnant,” Sarah blurts out.
Craig freezes, and his head snaps toward her. “Who have you been seeing?”
“You,” she cries. “Just you. I’m ten weeks,” she whispers.
I grab Julie’s hand, moving us away from the conversation. “We need to get out of here,” I say.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Their conversation can still be overheard.
“This is …” He runs his hand through his hair.
I see it the moment recognition dawns.
“Jules?” His voice is angry now. “I’d recognize those boots anywhere.”
Julie doesn’t bother ignoring him and turns around with her arms crossed over her chest. “What do you want?”
“You …” He looks between Sarah and Julie, his face reddening. “You were talking to her? Sarah, what the hell? What did you say?”
“She deserved to know the truth,” Sarah says, finding her courage. “You calling me by her name, driving by her house every night, keeping her photos?—”
“Shut up,” Craig snaps.
“I’m concerned about you, Jules. There’s a difference,” he says. “Sarah is jealous. She always has been.”
“Concerned people don’t drive by someone’s house every night,” Sarah interjects.
Craig’s attention shifts back to her, his jaw clenching. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“Please,” she says, reaching for him, but he ignores her, moving toward us.
