I was getting used to seeing Jake’s face first thing in the morning. He seemed naturally predisposed to waking up before me, but he just laid there and watched me sleep until I woke up, too. But the next morning I woke up alone. The sun was shining and a playful breeze stirred the curtains on his bedroom window. I tossed off the covers and went in search of him, wearing one of his shirts and little else.
I found Jake standing in the kitchen with his back to the room. I almost called out to him, but then I heard him talking in a low voice and realized he was on the phone. From the way he was standing, it was obvious it wasn’t something he wanted to share with me. I hovered in the doorway, chewing my lip. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but it happened anyway.
“No, I don’t believe you. Becau
