Chapter 6

I’m seated comfortably in Jake’s jet, Jenny beside me, while Christian is sprawled in a seat across the aisle, looking completely at home. Jake is talking to him across a table while we wait on Arrick and Nate, and my nerves are on edge, tapping my foot restlessly while trying so hard not to keep looking at the open door at the far end of the plane. It has only been minutes, but already I’m restless and antsy, barely able to keep myself in check. Having Jenny slap my hands every time I start chewing my nails.

Jake looks my way a couple of times with fatherly smiles, and I smile emptily back. He was a little cagey when we arrived. I think he expected me to pull him up on Arrick’s appearance, and my lack of mentioning it confuses him. I feel sick with nerves and want this to be over with.

Jake has to know everything; Arrick always confides in him, and I tell Emma everything, which pretty much translates to Jake knowing my side of events. I’ve avoided any alone time to chat