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Farrah
At first, I thought I might have been hallucinating. What the hell is Jace doing here? I had to blink several times to confirm I wasn’t seeing things. Oh my God. He saw my entire speech? He heard every last, raw word? How could this have happened on the one night I’d decided to go for it?
Jace shifted on his feet. “Farrah...that was—”
“What are you doing here?”
He fumbled in search of words and finally said, “I don’t have a good answer for that.”
I turned to look over at Kellianne, who was beaming. She gave me a thumbs-up, clearly enjoying this a little too much.
“How could you possibly have known I was going to be speaking tonight?”
“That’s the fucked-up thing. I had no clue. Getting to see you up there was pure luck.”
“Why are you here?”
Jace bit his bottom lip. “Honestly? I was driving that girl back to her house, and I passed by here on my way home. Figured I’d check things out…see why you like it so much.”
That seemed weird to me. “I’m still confused. You knew I was here. So…you were gonna say hello?”
“Possibly. But when I came in, you’d just gotten on stage. I was going to turn around and leave after you finished, but then you spotted me.”
“Why would you have left?”
“Because I wasn’t sure you’d be comfortable knowing I’d heard everything.”
“Okay...” I shook my head. “Are you gonna stay?”
His eyes seared into mine. “Do you want me to?”
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Okay,” he said, looking around.
“I need a drink. What can I get you?”
He held his palm out. “Nothing for me. I’m driving.”
My legs felt wobbly as I made my way to the bar—and I hadn’t had anything to drink yet.
Jace was chatting with Kellianne when I returned to the table with a mojito for me and an ice water for him. I was still confused, but also thrilled that Jace had shown up here tonight. He’d been on my mind all day, and this meant that on some level, he was thinking about me, too. I couldn’t be sure if I was reading into this too much, but how could I not? After all, I’d been trying to manifest this kind of attention from Jace for weeks now. Was it finally working?
“So…” Kellianne said. “Jace was telling me how he happened to be driving by and decided to check things out.” She gave me a look that made me want to tell her to cut the shit.
I knew what she was thinking. But I also knew this could’ve had more to do with Jace acting as a spy on Nathan’s behalf than anything else.
Jace looked anxiously around the room, like he was expecting the morality police to show up any minute and cart him away.
I’d been so emotional earlier today as I sat alone in that café, angry at my inability to control my feelings, my inability to move on from the impossible situation of wanting someone I couldn’t have. My emotions had made me a little crazy, I guess. (Well, crazier than usual.) Over dinner with Kellianne, I’d decided I was going to get up on stage tonight come hell or high water, and I’d stuck to that promise. But because I’d kept waffling, I’d been the last person to speak. Jace had somehow made it just in time.
Eventually, Kellianne stood up from her chair. “I’m gonna get going. You coming with me or—”
“I’m taking her home,” Jace said.
“I figured. Just didn’t want to be presumptuous.” She wriggled her brows at me.
I wished she wasn’t so damn obvious.
After Kellianne left, Jace turned to me. “Ready to get out of here?”
“Yeah.”
I sipped the last of my drink until the straw made a slurping sound. Then Jace led the way out the door.
The weather had cooled down a lot, and a swift breeze blew my hair around. Jace disarmed the truck and opened the passenger door for me. I settled into my seat and pulled the seatbelt over myself.
He started the truck and backed out of the space. He seemed to be driving slower than normal when he turned to me.
“I don’t want Nathan to know I was with you tonight, okay? I’m gonna drop you off at the corner of our street so he doesn’t see my truck.”
“Where are you gonna go?”
“I’ll just drive around for a while.”
“Why do you not want Nathan to see us together?”
Jace sighed. “He told me he didn’t like seeing us together that day in the pool. Deep down, he doesn’t trust me with you. While I managed to calm his fears, I don’t think he’ll give me another pass if he finds us hanging out alone again.”
Wow. “So, wait. He confronted you?”
“Not specifically about that. It came out in the midst of another conversation.”
“What did you say to him?”
“That he doesn’t have anything to worry about.”
That stung. “Is that the truth? Does he really not have anything to worry about?”
Jace gritted his teeth. “He does not fucking have anything to worry about. He just thinks he does. Because of my track record with women, he assumes all women are the same in my mind.” He ran his hand through his hair. “It’s different with you.”
I crossed my arms as we stopped at a red light. “Really...what makes me so different? You haven’t been around me for the past nine years. Now you don’t know whether to treat me like the girl you left behind or the woman I am. That doesn’t change the fact that I am a woman now and not that girl.”
He blew out a long breath as he stepped on the gas again. “It’s not an age thing... It’s a respect thing. I wouldn’t make a move on you for the sheer fact that you’re Nathan’s sister and it would upset him. End of story.”
“Would you want to, if things were different?”
He chewed on his bottom lip. “Want to what?”
“Make a move on me—if I wasn’t Nathan’s sister.”
“That’s irrelevant. It doesn’t matter whether I would want to or not.”
“It matters to me. I want to know.”
He was right. What did it matter if he would never act on it? But I wanted to know if he wanted me, perhaps so I could marinate in that knowledge, fantasize about the what-ifs, and just have the general satisfaction of knowing my desire was reciprocated.
In search of the answer I needed, I rephrased my question. “Why did you come to The Iguana tonight?”
He briefly shut his eyes and exhaled. “I don’t know, Farrah. I wish I could give you an answer that makes sense. It was an impulsive decision. I wasn’t planning on staying. I guess I was curious as to whether you were telling me the truth about not getting into some guy’s car.”
“There was no guy,” I blurted.
He narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean, there was no guy?”
My face felt hot. “I lied.”
He raised his voice. “Why the fuck would you do that?”
There was no choice but to be honest. Any other explanation would have made me sound like a pathological liar. I’d already put everything on the line tonight by getting up on that stage…