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Fifteen Years Earlier
JANE
My shift at the diner was almost up. I couldnât wait. Summer was great, but waiting tables for eight hours took away some of the holiday appeal.
âCan you take this order out? You can head on out after. It looks like someoneâs waiting for you.â Miss Mabel gave me a knowing wink.
I tried to hide the blush creeping up my cheeks. This past month, Jackson came to pick me up and hang out after my shift almost every night. Still, Miss Mabelâs comment made me blush. I couldnât figure out why he would want to spend his free time with me, but you wouldnât hear me complaining.
âEnjoy your burgers.â I smiled at the cute, young couple as I placed their order in front of them. They looked great together, and my stomach twisted with a pang of jealousy, wishing it were Jackson and me huddled close like that.
I turned to the counter. The object of my obsession stood leaning against it, staring at me. The blush from earlier made another appearance. My lips curled up in a smile. I forced my feet to take slow, precise steps toward him, hiding how much those baby blues affected me.
âHey there.â His smile brightened the whole diner as he dragged his fingers through his dark hair. It was longer than usual, curling slightly around his ears, but I loved it. My gaze followed his fingers, and I imagined what it would feel like to brush my fingers through it. I gulped and mentally slapped myself. Focus, Jane!
âHey, yourself. I didnât realize we had plans.â At least, none I could think of. His presence alone made me forget my name.
âWe donât.â He grinned again. That was so freaking distracting. How was I supposed to pay attention to what he was saying? âI thought we could grab a pizza at Marcoâs and hang out. You game?â
Was I game? Of course I was game!
âSure, sounds great. Let me go get cleaned up. Iâll be out in a sec.â After the first time Jackson showed up here unexpectedly, I had the sense to start packing a clean shirt, deodorant, and my makeup in my bagâjust in case. Iâve been grateful for that foresight many times.
Ten minutes later, I walked through the hall leading out to the diner, feeling much better about my appearance.
âYou look nice. Going on a date?â Miss Mabel didnât miss a thing.
âIt isnât a date.â I needed to point this out to her every single time. She was relentless in her matchmaking efforts. Also, I didnât want her to slip up and tell my parents I went out with Jackson on a date. That might put an end to these friendly hangouts, as I referred to them when Mom asked.
âWell, have fun.â She waited to see me off.
âI will.â I dashed through the door before more questions started. No need explaining why we were going to Marcoâs for pizza and not staying here for burgers. We tried that once. Yeah, we wouldnât be doing that again after Miss Mabelâs well-meant but very inappropriate meddling.
âYou look nice.â Jacksonâs gaze swept over me, and the approval made me tingle.
âThanks. So, pizza. Marcoâs. Lead the way.â
âI thought we could walk. Itâs really nice out tonight.â He was right. The weather was warm, nearing 70 degrees. Not bad for the lower Hudson Valley in July.
Jackson took my hand. It shouldnât surprise me anymore. Heâd done this before over the summer, whenever we were alone. Still, his touch affected me, leaving my tummy in a flurry of butterflies.
âWe meeting anyone there?â I asked the first thing that popped into my mind, trying to calm the storm going on in my belly.
âSarah and Tom are out. Just you and me.â His smile set my skin ablaze. I turned to stare at the blue sky, anything to distract myself.
At Marcoâs, we were seated and handed a menu. Not that we needed one. We always had the same thingâa large pepperoni pizza with a Dr Pepper for Jackson and a Coke for me.
We both smiled as the waiter left, and the smile turned into a laugh as we set the menus aside.
âSame as usual, it is.â Jackson took my menu and put the two together.
âWeâre so predictable,â I teased.
âPredictable isnât the word I would use for you.â Jackson awarded me with another one of his winning smiles, and I felt my insides melt to mush. The power this guy had over me was frightening. He would end up breaking my heart, and he didnât even know he was holding it in his hands.
JACKSON
Jane gazed up at me with an unreadable look. Like she was challenging me. But to what?
Honestly, summer so far was pure torture. With school out, there was a lot of time to hang around with her. At first I âaccidentlyâ managed to be at the diner at about the time she finished her shift. Then I would take a book of Sarahâs over to her at work and hang out with her for a while. Eventually weâd ended up spending time together almost every day. And Iâd nearly told her exactly what I felt more times than I could count. Something kept pulling me back. Yeah, her dad. That was probably the biggest thing holding me back. Sitting here with her, I wanted to tell Mr. Pierce to go to hell.
âThis is soooo good.â Jane took a hearty bite of her slice. As she chewed, I noticed a little sauce smeared on her lip. I wondered what it would taste like to lick it off of her lips. I mentally shook myself. When her tongue popped out of her mouth and did that very thing, I gulped down some of my cold soda to clear my head.
âYou done?â I downed the last of my drink as I waited for Jane to indicate she was.
âItâs my turn to pick up the check,â Jane protested as I paid the bill and got up to leave.
âI thought by now youâd have figured out a gentleman never lets the lady pay.â I turned up the charm, opening the door for her to exit the restaurant.
âThat would make it a date. And we both know this isnât a date.â We went through this conversation every time I spent any money on her. Didnât matter if it was a buck to get a Coke from the vending machine or a pizza. She felt the need to point out it wasnât a date.
Normally I would reply with a lame answer that I would never let a girl pay regardless of her being my date or not. Tonight, I was feeling braver than usual.
âWhy, Jane,â I grabbed her hand and pinned her against one of the cars in the lot. âDo you want it to be a date?â
This was probably the boldest move I ever pulled. I didnât back down and stared at her, putting force behind the words I just delivered.
Jane stared up at me, confusion written all over her. She bit her bottom lip, distracting me. How I wouldnât love to throw caution to the wind.
âJackson Wright!â Jane smacked me on the arm and broke the intense moment. âStop it! Just because your lines work on all the other girls doesnât mean you can use them on me. You hear?â
She smacked me again, but her lips were fighting a grin. I was thrown off by those pursed lips and how they would feel pressed up against mine.
âStop grinning like that.â She sounded flustered.
She huffed again and started walking off. Instinctively, my hand reached out for hers to stop her from walking away.
âWait up. You know I didnât mean anything.â
I couldnât be sure, but I swore I saw her face cloud over. She was quick to hide it, but I saw it. How I wished I could just forget about that stupid rule.
âHey.â I halted her completely and turned her to me. âYou know Iâm an idiot sometimes.â
âSometimes?â There was the Jane I knew.
âOkay, most of the time. Iâm sorry, okay? Forgiven?â
âForgiven.â She offered a weak smile, and before I said something else I might have to apologize for later, I crushed her to me and offered all the words I couldnât say through the strongest hug I could give. If only she could sense my true feeling for her in this embrace. If only she were sixteen. If only there werenât so many if onlyâs.
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