Page 156 of Waiting to Lose
He turned and pressed the phone to his ear.
“Jake? It’s Dave. Just wanted to let you know that Caleb cleaned out his office this morning after he was released on bail. I gave him his termination paperwork to put the cherry on top of his day!”
Jake laughed. “Good. And the restraining orders against him?”
“Filed.”
“How’s my new manager?” Jake asked.
“Why don’t you talk to her yourself? She’s right here.”
“Hi, sweetie!”
“Happy New Year, Ang. You and Dave have big plans for the night?” he asked, turning to see Madi’s gorgeous smile. He winked at her and she inhaled deeply as if he’d just sent a bolt of electricity through her veins.
“You know very well what my plans are!” Ang laughed. “I can only assume Madi is standing in front of you?”
“You would be correct,” he replied.
“Well, you’re all set. I can’t tell you how much fun I had with this.”
“Alright, well, you two lovebirds stay out of trouble.”
“We’ll be waiting!”
Jake ended the call and stuffed his phone into his jacket pocket. His hand trailed down his leg quickly, checking his pocket before he lifted Madi’s coat for her.
“Everything good with Ang?” she asked.
He nodded. “Everything is grand.”
Madi smiled briefly before sliding her arms into her coat.
Jake recognized something in her expression and stood motionless studying her face.
She glanced up at him. “What?” she asked.
“Your mind is somewhere else. I know the look.”
Madi moaned lightly. “You do know me well.”
“Spill,” he huffed, crossing his arms.
“I was just thinking about you and me; about all of us, really, especially Tessa, Peter and Allison.”
“That’s a lot of thoughts. What about us?” Jake questioned.
“Just how crazy life can be. How all of our lives are linked to everyone else’s.”
“Hmm…” Jake pondered her words as he scratched his chin. “What do you mean?” He leaned against the door.
“I’d like to think that people come in and out of our lives for a reason. That each person we meet or get to know has a purpose. Something they’re supposed to teach us, or something we’re supposed to teach them.”
Jake re-crossed his arms and turned his head as he listened.
“It just seems like everything comes back around until we figure it all out; it happens the way it’s supposed to. What are the chances that our lives would connect the way they all did without a plan?”
“Are you saying that Peter had a purpose in our lives?” Jake asked with a frown.
