Page 68 of Only You

As he left the room, Kayla realized how obvious this must look. The blanket that had been draped over the couch had fallen to the floor, and the cushions were rumpled from their jostling. The TV was off, and they hadn’t even turned on a lamp. Jack’s mom had caught them making out like horny teenagers.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Eileen said, as if she’d read Kayla’s mind.

“It’s okay. We were just relaxing,” Kayla lied.

Eileen nodded, playing along.

Jack returned and handed Eileen her purse.

“Thanks, son. Silly me for forgetting it.”

“No problem. We were just—”

“Relaxing,” Kayla repeated.

“Right,” he said.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Have a good evening.” Eileen said.

“I’ll walk you out,” Jack offered.

“Good night,” Kayla called as they moved away. By the time Jack locked the door and returned to the living room, Kayla had gone to the bottom of the stairs.

Jack frowned at her. “Where are you going?”

“To bed,” she replied.

“But, what about—?”

“Alone,” she stated firmly. Then she turned and jogged upstairs.

“Kayla!” Jack sounded equally frustrated and disappointed.

“Good night, Jack,” she replied over her shoulder. Kayla slipped into the spare bedroom and locked the door. Then she leaned heavily against it and sighed. She’d been perturbed at Eileen’s appearance, but now she was grateful. If Eileen hadn’t interrupted them, Kayla might have made a huge mistake. If she hadn’t believed in fate before, she did now. If she and Jack were meant to be together, they wouldn’t have been interrupted. It proved what Kayla had known all along—she and Jack weren’t supposed to be lovers. They’d started out as friends, and that is all they would ever be.