Page 116 of Sky Full of Stars

“Huh? I’m not following.”

“Lou told her you couldn’t keep your eyes off me and not in a creepy way,” she chuckles. “He said the way you looked at me, reminded him of the way my dad looked at mom.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you talking about?”

“That I’m tired of the uncertainty, of not knowing when shit is gonna hit the fan. That keeping my relationship with you a secret was never going to work.”

“Jenna,” I plead.

“Let me finish?”

“Go on.”

“Actually, I don’t want to do this over the phone.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“What? No. Of course not. Do me a favour?”

“Anything.”

“Call down to the front desk and tell them I’m an approved guest to come to your room.”

I stood up quickly, my brain synapses firing. “What?”

“Keep up Mathews.”

“You’re here? Shit, I’ll come down.”

“Don’t be dumb. I don’t need any more attention thank you very much. I’m already in a ball cap and sunglasses, avoiding all the CCTV cameras, like a complete whack job.”

A laugh escapes. “I’ll call now.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

She hangs up. I grab up the phone beside the bed and call down to reception, letting them know Jenna can come up and hear them telling her how to get to my room. I hang up and hurry out to the sitting area.

“You need to go.”

“What?” Nick has made himself a plate of food.

“Jenna’s here.”

“She’s here?” He turns to me.

“On her way up. She isn’t making much sense talking about her mom and shit.”

“That’s great. Is she okay?”

“Dunno.”

I don’t give them chance to ask more questions, I usher them out, promising I’ll let them know what she says later. I literally only have three hours before we have to get to the venue. When she knocks on the door, I pull it back to her in her hat and sunglasses, with a small bag in her hand. I grab the handles of it and pull so she falls into me.

“What did you mean?” I ask, as I toss her bag aside and take her face in my hands. “What didn’t you want to say on the phone?”

“What I spent the last twenty four hours doing,” she tugs off the cap and glasses.

I shake my head. “Still not following, Slugger.”

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