CHAPTER71
By the time Sophie walks in, I’m cooking dinner for the three of us as Jake watches an action movie in the living room. He’s lounging on the couch as if he’s always lived here, his shoes discarded on the floor; I smile at his ability to just exist in any surrounding that he’s put in. He just adapts effortlessly and never questions or criticizes. I’m sure he’s on the verge of sleep; I can tell by his relaxed posture. It all seems very domesticated and normal, like this is how we always are.
After changing her clothes in my old room, Sophie enters the kitchen and casts me a timid look. I know she wants to talk about what happened at the hospital, but I shake my head and nod towards Jake on the couch. He’s engrossed in his movie. She smiles softly with an understanding nod and lets me introduce them properly instead.
They seem to get on immediately. He keeps casting looks from Sophie to me throughout the introductions, and I know what he’s thinking; he can see the resemblance. He’s wondering how deep it goes. I’m apprehensive; I try and ignore it. While Sophie seems awed at his presence at first, that Carrero charm soon lulls her into relaxation, and he has her joking and laughing with him before long. A cute camaraderie develops easily between them. Eventually, she joins me in the kitchen to finish preparing the food while he returns to lazing on the sofa.
I tell Sophie my plan to leave, but it’s met with resistance as she wants to stay until my mother is home and healing, and to be here to take care of her until she is sure she can cope alone. I think of Ray and shake my head. Sophie shouldn’t be here at all; it won’t be long before he’s back, and my mother won’t throw him out. Jocelyn Anderson will never give him up, not for Sophie, not for me, not for anyone. I try and talk quietly so Jake doesn’t hear the conversation.
“One week?” she asks softly, and I hate the desperation in her eyes; her affection for my mother is strong. I close my own and steady the internal war. I need to relinquish a little over this. I don’t want to push her away, but this is hard.
“Okay, but you come to me in one week and we go from there. You call me every night, Sophie, so I know you’re okay. And no lies!” I am stern.
She snaps her head up to look at me, and we see each other, deeply. She knows that I know she lied for my mother. She doesn’t know I used to do it too. She nods and bites her lip, another teen Emma trait; I wonder if that’s why she keeps her hair tied up too, away from fidgeting fingers, yet another teen Emma trait. I sigh at the girl, the shadow of my past, only this one has a chance at being saved.
“Okay,” she finally pouts, and I nod, not fully happy. She makes me think of everything that I was when I first arrived in New York. She has a fire inside of her just like I did, a determination to rise from the ashes. She’ll be okay; she is a fighter and she is no longer alone.
Jake sits up suddenly and fishes his cell from his pocket putting it to his ear; he says a few words then looks across at me with a glance, catching my interest.
“When then?” He sits up properly and plants his feet on the floor, sounding annoyed.
“Okay … Well, yeah … Sure … First thing … Keep me updated.” He closes the cell and casts me an apologetic grimace.
“No flight home tonight, Emma; jet’s grounded. There’s a storm brewing west of Chicago and heading this way. New York is also in a full-blown blizzard.” He shrugs as if to emphasize that there’s nothing he can do, and I curse inwardly. The drop of weight in my stomach at the disappointment is painful.
“When’s the soonest we can leave?” I ask, certain he can hear the edge to my voice.
“Maybe in the morning; we’ll have to wait and see.” He gets up and comes to stand beside me in the kitchen, tucking a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, then leans on the counter between Sophie and me. His touch makes me smile.
“Need any help?” he asks.
I shake my head. Jake is actually a half-decent cook, as his mother taught both her sons at a very young age, and he told me he does it occasionally.
“We’re about to serve,” I shrug at him. Inside I’m deflated; I had pinned my hopes on leaving tonight.
“I’ll head to my hotel after we eat, after I lock this place up and check there are no snooping assholes. I’ll call you in the morning to let you know when the plane is ready to go.”
“You’re not staying?” I snap my eyes up to him, the fear of Ray still in the back of my mind. I’m still shaken from earlier despite pushing it to the depths of my brain. He sees the hesitation on my face and moves close so that our noses almost graze, tilting his head in toward me and stooping slightly to bridge our height difference.
“You just need to ask,” he utters softly, and the overwhelming urge to lean forward and rest my face against his grasps me; I move back unsurely.
“I would feel safer,” I say instead, in a way asking without having to say the words. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to do so. I need him to stay with me.
“Well, if I’m staying, I’m sleeping with you; that couch is a no-go,” he winks suggestively, grinning at me. I think he’s waiting for my refusal, but I say nothing. Sharing a huge king size bed with Jake is hardly a punishment. It’s not that much different to sleeping beside him on a plane, or like that time when our flight was delayed for two hours and he fell asleep on my lap on a couch in the waiting room. I shrug as if to say, “Fine by me,” and ignore the shiver of anticipation running up inside my stomach. Truth be told, being alone with only Sophie tonight after what happened with Ray is the last thing I want. Having Jake in my bed may actually help me sleep.
Tomorrow I get to leave here for good. I’m never coming back. Not for anything.
I think about my mother for a second, how she looked in the hospital, and push it away, an internal pang that I don’t want to experience. I know she’ll try and call me when she’s mobile. She’ll try and guilt me about leaving and taking Sophie away, and I don’t want to hear it. She’s betrayed me for the last time. This one was a huge deal. She let the one man back in her life who could have completely destroyed mine, and it’s unforgivable."
