Page 106 of Love & Other Disasters

“Jill?”

“J.P.” she replied, scowling.

“What are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“With Violet?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want?”

“I need to speak to Violet,” he said, looking past Jill into the house.

“She’s not here.”

“Her car is.” He pointed over his shoulder to the drive.

“She’s on a date.” An evil smile slid across Jill’s face.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a man took her to dinner. Too bad, so sad.” She slammed the door in his face.

Violet’s porch was still the same, the painted welcome sign and inviting furniture. As he paced, he watched a family across the street having dinner. Talking and laughing as they shared a meal. While he waited, he missed Violet more every minute. He needed to tell her how much he loved her, missed her, craved her. J.P. couldn’t get her out of his head. Did she still think of him, too? He was here for one reason: to get Violet back no matter what.

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