Chapter 18
When Jake let himself back into his hotel room, carrying a takeout coffee, he expected it to be empty. Instead, he found Jill sitting on the bed with a tearstained face. When she glanced up at him, she looked so miserable.
“I’m so sorry, Jake,” she whispered, and she really sounded as if she was.
He squeezed the paper cup of lukewarm coffee, looking around to make sure his brother wasn’t still there. “Where’s Samuel?”
“He left. I told him I needed to talk to you, which was why I came last night.”
He nodded and sat in the chair against the wall. Jill clasped her hands and shoved them between her legs. She looked so nervous, something he’d never seen in her before, not with him.
“Are you staying with my brother?” he asked. Maybe he needed all the ugly truth.
“Yes, I am. I k
