Chapter 43

The Wilson house is next door, close enough to be a part of his family, and a small piece of me is warming to this idea.

Okay, maybe not next door in the New York sense; I mean, they are far apart with grounds in between and a huge massive line of trees and security fencing… But next door as in a five-minute walk across the backgrounds if you didn’t have any fences to climb.

“You know I can’t leave her chatting with Clara in the sitting room forever, Jacob?” Sylvana finally points out when the excitement and chatter about the house die down. She’s still holding a hand to her heart as though it’s fluttering. Her beautiful face radiates sheer motherly bliss. Clara is Sylvana’s charity office assistant and a close friend who lives nearby.

Jake glances at me, and I catch the flicker run across his face. He has no clue how to play this. If it were just a case of it being Marissa and the baby, he would go and speak to her; but now it’s a case of Jake having kissed Mariss