Page 47 of Healed Heart
I thin my lips.“I mean, I came over earlier.”
“Oh.Sorry.Come on in.”
I enter while she ushers Tillie out the back door.
“So where were you?”I demand, my voice more commanding than I mean it to be.
She crinkles her eyes.“I had a dinner date.”
Jealousy spears into me.“With a man?”
She smiles.“As a matter of fact, yes.”
My heart plummets.I hadn’t even considered the possibility that she’d be seeing anyone else.“Oh.”
“But don’t get too worked up,” she adds, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Why shouldn’t I?Do you like him?”
“Well, yeah.I love him, actually.”
My stomach drops.
She holds up a hand.“Easy, Jason.You look like a truck just hit you.I had dinner in Westminster.With my brother.”
Relief washes over me like a tidal wave, leaving me weak at the knees.I slump onto one of her kitchen chairs, massaging my forehead.“Oh.”
She chuckles softly at that, crossing her arms as she leans against the kitchen counter.“You look like you just dodged a bullet.”
“Feels like it,” I admit, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
God, all that’s going on.I’m in love with my student, I’m dealing with this experimental surgery and its fallout, the HR nightmare…and Lindsay’s suicide note.Plus, Angie thought—if only for a fleeting moment—that I’m the one who attacked Ralph.
My life is a fucking trainwreck.
“Anyway,” Angie continues, pushing herself off the counter and moving toward the fridge.“Can I get you something to drink?You look like you could use one.”
“Water is fine,” I reply, watching her as she moves with ease around her kitchen.
She fills a glass from the tap on the refrigerator and hands it to me, her fingers brushing against mine as I take it.The contact sends a jolt of electricity through me, a reminder of the chemistry that seems to spark whenever we’re together.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
She simply nods and leans back against the counter, studying me with an unreadable expression.“You didn’t just come here for the water, did you?”
“No,” I admit.“I wanted to talk about Ralph.”
Immediately, her relaxed demeanor stiffens.Her eyes narrow slightly as she crosses her arms protectively over her chest.“What about him?”
I clear my throat.“Do you still think I did it?”
She sighs.“I don’twantto think it.”
“Then don’t.”
Another sigh.“My head has cleared.I know you didn’t do it, Jason.”
More relief.“You do?”
