Chapter 111
We left the room together, and Jay rifled around the kitchen while I searched for shoes. Muttering at the house, I found a closet door next to the sliding door, which had a single pair of running shoes in the bottom, in my size. I chucked them on and tied them while Jay pulled out a French press and made coffee. “Staying for some?” He pulled out two cups from the cabinet. I chewed my bottom lip, and shook my head no. “Are you going to be here when I get back?” He put the spare cup back into the cabinet. “I’ll wait for you. I’d like to hear how it goes. You’re sure you want to go alone?” “I’m sure.” I nodded, stood, and put my hands on my hips. Energy coursed through me, invigorated. “I’ll try not to take too long.” I walked across the kitchen, pecked him a kiss, said my goodbyes, and
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