Page 45 of Rebel Heart
I swallowed roughly, praying I wasn’t going to screw it up.
BEAU
Ingredients? I just bought the prepared packs they have at the store.
Jules
The refrigerated ones?
BEAU
Yes.
Jules
Oh, that’s terrible.
I felt like I could breathe again at the sight of that laughing emoji. That was an indication she was happy, wasn’t it? And she felt that way talking to me.
BEAU
I don’t understand what I did wrong.
Jules
You didn’t make them from scratch. That’s where you went wrong.
That wasn’t the only place I’d made mistakes.
BEAU
Is that why yours taste so good?
Jules
Yes. With the right ingredients and a little bit of love, you could have delicious cookies, too.
I tried not to let my eyes linger for too long on that four-letter word. Surely, it was just an expression she used when she talked about doing something she enjoyed. I would’ve said something similar if talking about skating.
BEAU
Got any good recipes for a beginner?
It took a while for her response to come through.
Jules
I’m not home right now, but I can send something over to you in about an hour.
Something twisted in my gut. Not only had I been hoping she might say she’d come over to make cookies with me, but I also couldn’t ignore what really bothered me about her response.
It was the weekend. Was it possible she was out with someone else, someone who might have been interested in giving her what I couldn’t?
BEAU
That’d be awesome. Thanks, Jules.
Jules
