CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
DINNER WENT FASTER than Emma expected or wanted, and soon she found them sitting sideways on her sofa, facing each other with legs folded up on the couch, elbows resting on the back of the sofa, as they continued their conversation. Emma was surprised at how relaxed Jacob became around her, teasing her every chance he got, being open about his thoughts and opinions, even about Trent’s party. He no longer came across as timid, but then again, she realized he hadn’t been that for a while. He seemed comfortable around her and she liked it, because she had to admit, she was comfortable around him. Of course, that only confused her even more about Halloween night. She didn’t need to be confused anymore than she already was.
“Do you think Lenny’s wife knows what a dog he is?”
