Leah
Bella noticed in eleven seconds.
Jacob and I had not made an announcement.
We had not held hands in front of her.
We had not done anything obvious unless you counted Jacob looking at me over the roof of his car like he remembered exactly how I looked under his sheets, which I did count, actually, and planned to discuss with him later.
Privately.
With consequences.
Bella came out of Nicki’s house in a purple sweatshirt, leggings with cats on the knees, and glitter on one cheek. She had her clipboard under one arm and a paper bag in the other.
She stopped on the front walk and looked at me.
Then at Jacob.
Then back at me.
“You had dinner,” she said.
Jacob opened his mouth.
I held up one hand.
“Yes,” I said.
Bella narrowed her eyes. “Good dinner?”
“Yes.”
“Did you fight?”
