Page 19 of Dumbstruck
I send her a picture of the note.
Jonah:
Because he made sure I saw this after he stole it from your door.
Dots pop up, telling me she’s typing, but they disappear after a moment. Pop up again. Disappear. It’s a full minute before her text shows up.
June:
That was on my door?
Jonah:
I think so. The cat brought it to me after you went inside.
June:
Small towns are seriously the worst.
Jonah:
Why do you live here?
Once again, it takes her a long time to respond, which makes me think there’s a lot more to the story than what she tells me.
June:
Because I got tired of the city.
I’m tempted to ask for the real reason. I learned a lot about young June tonight, but I know very little about the woman she is now. Ignoring my curiosity, I stick to the topic at hand.
Jonah:
Your best option is to ignore me and go about your life so they don’t have a reason to threaten you again.
June:
I could do that, yes.
I grin, imagining her sarcastic tone as she says that. She may not match my enthusiasm about spending time together, but she’s interested. I know she is.
Jonah:
Or you could say screw it and hang out with me whenever possible, which is the option I like better.
June:
I have no idea how you make cocky look so good, Jonah James.
Jonah:
Lots of practice.
June:
I don’t think I need to be worried about this, honestly. Laketownians are annoyingly tame.
Jonah:
