Lured

3-2

JOSH HADN’T SOUNDED as though he’d forgiven me, or that he would.

The thought of losing the bond I shared with him tugged at me. I’d grovel if I had to—except over what I’d said about her. After spending hours awake thinking about it, I realised I’d meant every word—even if some of it hadn’t made any sense.

Little conversation arose over breakfast. The further through my sausage and tomatoes I chomped, the quieter I grew, the more reflective I became as my mind worked its way through the apology I had to give.

I’d never forgive myself if unsuccessful.

My urge to get the apology over and done with had me sending impatient glances toward the stairs, as I waited for Sean so we could leave. Sensing eyes my way, I turned to meet Ethan’s gaze over the rim of his mug.

His dark orbs shifted to the left, toward his dad.

Expecting admonishment for my antsy behaviour, I looked toward Nathan, but he stared with such intensity at ... nothing ... he didn’t even seem to notice our scrutiny.

Both Ethan and I faced him for seconds.

Nathan’s expression didn’t change.

My attention re-met Ethan’s, and I gestured with my eyebrows, hoping to portray my question, what’s up with your dad?

Ethan gave the tiniest of shrugs.

Something was definitely up with Nathan, and I didn’t think it had anything to do with Josh.

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