Bastard!!
My body shook with rage.
This bastard was trying to swindle a house from us!
I wanted to storm out and confront Jake with this post right then and there.
But I couldn’t be sure he’d admit to writing it.
I clutched my phone, forcing myself to calm down.
The priority now was finding hard evidence.
I returned to our table, where my parents were still chatting cheerfully with Jake’s folks, blissfully unaware of the snakes they were dealing with. Swallowing my anger, I managed to finish the meal.
The next day, I called Jake with a convenient excuse. “Hey, we bought some organic apples from her farm trip. Mom wants me to
bring some over to your family.”
Jake readily agreed, of course.
I swung by the supermarket and grabbed the cheapest apples I could find.
Knowing his dad would be out and his mom at her usual salon appointment, the timing was perfect for a visit.
and he
I dolled myself up, squeezing into a form–fitting dress. When Jake saw me, his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning, and practically dragged me to his room.
, come sit for a bit. Let’s chat,” he said, his intentions clear.
“Laura, come
