(Luke POV)
I push through the glass doors with Julia, and they thud shut behind us, swallowing the jazz and chatter into this low, fuzzy hum. The night air slams me, cool, crisp, slicing through the sweaty stink of that ballroom. My jacket’s dangling off my arm, and I glance at her next to me, arms locked tight across her chest, dress flapping a little in the breeze. She’s been a live wire all night, since we rolled in with Jake, and even out here, just us, I can feel it pouring off her, electric and twitchy.
Jake. Didn’t see that curveball coming. I’d nagged her before, coffee runs, takeout on her couch, always “He’s at Mom’s,” like it was her shield. Forts and cookies, she’d say, dodging. But tonight? She walks in with him stuck to her hip, toy car spinning in his hands, big eyes drin
