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It only takes her a few seconds to jot down her information and she hands it back to me.
“I’ll pass the message along to him,” I tell her, possibly lying though my teeth.
“Thanks,” she answers back, but her words are cold and she definitely isn’t thankful she ran into me. Without saying anything more, she leaves.
I wait about a half a second before my eyes immediately dart down to what she’s written on the paper, and it’s then that I realize I’m holding my breath.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jack
It’s almost five by the time Tommy and I pull back intoSomerville’s.
“You want to keep working tonight?” he asks as we head down the long drive toward the offices and sheds.
“Nah,” I say, shaking my head. “Let’s pick it back up first thing tomorrow,” I say. “I’ve got dinner plans tonight.”
“With Lauren?” he asks as he turns into the carpark.
“Of course,” I say, glancing over as he switches off the engine. “Who else would my plans be with?”
Tommy turns in his seat, arm resting on the steering wheel as he stares back at me, an unreadable look on his face that I’m sure means he’s about to lay into me again about my relationship with Lu.
“Look,” I start, a hand up as if to preemptively stop anything he’s about to say.
“Jack,” Tommy says, cutting me off. “What is it that’s going on here?”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
Tommy exhales, swallowing hard as though to calm himself down a little. “I mean, what exactly is going on with you and Lauren?”
Now it’s me exhaling. “And how exactly is that any of your business?” I ask, wondering how the fuck we can go from being totally amicable in town to practically wanting to punch each other in face right now.
“There’s stuff you don’t know,” he says, a weird look on his face, almost as though he’s happy about the fact that he knows more about Lu than me. “Stuff with…”
“With Nate?” I cut in, an eyebrow raised.
“You know about him?” Tommy asks, obvious surprise on his face.
I nod, not bothering to elaborate.
“So, you know how he…”
Tommy’s words are cut off by someone knocking on the window behind me. I see Tommy’s eyes move to whoever it is, a look of confusion flashing across his face.
I turn, everything somehow in slow motion now as I take in the person standing outside my door, the pissed off look on her face as she stares down at me, hands on her hips.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“Who is that?” I hear Tommy ask, but I don’t bother answering as I open the door and get out of the car.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, standing up.
Mel moves closer, as though to kiss my cheek and I instinctively pull back. “Jack,” she says, a sadness in her voice that I just don’t believe.
“What are you doing here?” I repeat, moving to the side so I’m not trapped between her and the car.
“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” she says, fingers playing with her hair. “Or my emails.”
