“I would like to meet your great-uncles.”
I
swallow hard. “I told you it would happen when the time’s right.” “I’m done
waiting.”
“Let me ease them into it,” I plead.
My phone vibrates in my hand. That’s
when I remember Katie’s message.
Well????
What
do I say to my best friend and neighbor if she saw Marcus deliver me to my
bedroom window? Play dumb?
My
uncles putter around the kitchen, clanging pans and chopping vegetables. The
smell of fresh brewed coffee drifts into my bedroom, followed by the heavy,
smoky smell of bacon.
“Perfect. We can have breakfast
together,” Jude says.
I return my cell to my bedside
table.
“Please,” I whisper. “Not today.”
The front door creaks open.
Sheldon grabbing the Sunday paper from the sidewalk? How do I get rid of Jude?
I throw off my sheet and blanket, thinking through a safe response to Katie.
“Bernard? Can you come here,
please?”
Something
about Sheldon’s tone causes the back of my neck to get all prickly. Do they
know Jude’s here? How did he get in, anyway? Did he pick the lock on the front
door?
“Lucy?” Bernard calls out.
Jude
pushes himself off the dresser. “I’ll be out front. Come and invite me in.” In
one smooth motion, he climbs out the window. So that’s how he did it.
I change out of pajamas and into
shorts and a T-shirt, my stomach churning.
How do I introduce Jude?
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