Chapter
Forty-six:
Shortly
after
She
dropped her keys and her purse down on the small table, and suddenly the light
clicked on.
“Jesus,
Beck, you scared the-“ Jenna stopped in mid sentence.
“Luke!” She wrapped her arms around him tightly.
“I
can’t believe you’re here! I thought you weren’t coming for a few more weeks
yet!”
Luke
didn’t say anything. He didn’t even embrace her back.
“Luke?
What is it?” She asked. “Say something…” She released him and pulled back to study his
expression. “What’s wrong?”
“Where
have you been?” He asked. “I was worried sick!”
“I
went out with
“Oh.
Oh, you were with
“God,
Luke! What is the big deal! I wasn’t out walking the streets! I was with my friend!”
“The
point is I was worried sick!”
“Luke,
if I had known you were going to be here, I would have been home! You just drop
by unexpectedly and expect me to be sitting around waiting for you!”
Luke
sighed heavily. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you… I was
just so worried about you, I tried to call you… and… I guess I have this weird
jealous streak for any guy who gets to spend more time with you than I do.”
Jenna
smiled. “That’s sweet, I guess.”
“I’m
sorry. I caught the red-eye because I heard you were feeling kind of lonely,
and I was missing you like crazy, so I flew all the way out here for a week.”
Jenna
wrapped her arms around him tightly. “I’m glad you did… And really, you don’t
have to worry about
“Okay.”
He laughed and hugged her tightly. “Becky is sleeping in Zac’s room tonight;
they thought it would be a good idea so I could spend a little more time with
you.”
“That’s
awesome! What do you want to do?” Jenna asked.
“Anything
you want.”
“Anything?”
He
laughed. “Sure.”
“Well,
you can start by giving me a proper hello. We’ve been standing here for five
minutes and you haven’t given me a kiss yet.”
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Christy
was slouched sideways in an arm chair, sketching Isaac as he sat cradling an
acoustic guitar. He was playing a melody she hadn’t heard before, and humming
softly the tune, occasionally stopping long enough to scribble a few notes on a
beat-up notebook on the coffee table.
Christy
sighed and got up out of the chair, tucking her notebook beneath her arm, and
wandered into the small kitchenette. She reached two bottles of water out of
the fridge and handed one to Isaac.
“Thanks,
C.” He smiled, twisting the cap off and draining the contents in one breath.
“What are you drawing?”
“You, as usual.” She laughed.
“Yeah? Can I see?”
“Of course.” She handed him her sketchbook, which was open
to a page drawn in simple charcoal. It was him holding an acoustic guitar, in
complete silhouette, with music notes flying around him elegantly.
“This
is really amazing.” He looked up at her.
“Thank
you.”
“No,
I mean it; your talent never ceases to amaze me.”
“I
could say the same about you.” She smiled.
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