Chapter Nine
Jake is starting to be another problem. He’s not a bad guy, of course. He’s got a fun sense of humor, even if it can border on goofy sometimes. He makes me laugh—a good thing because lately I could use some laughter.
But what he doesn’t seem to understand is that I need a friend. I’ve tried to hint that I’d love to go out with him ... as a friend. I always see a flash of hurt in his eyes before he resolutely continues on just as flirty as before. I guess I’m just going to have to make it clearer to him.
Beatrice called Meadow first thing the next morning. Meadow had apparently been sleeping in.
“Sorry,” said Meadow, yawning. “It was a disruptive night last night.”
Beatrice frowned. “Were there any more developments last night? Did Ramsay come and go?”
“Oh, gosh, I forgot
