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meet his eyes and he winks. Heat flushes to my cheeks as overwhelming reassuring warmth spreads through my body. I finally told Jace what I needed to tell him. The hard part is over.
Now if only I could stop thinking about that stupid waitress.
Chapter 12
After breakfast, Jace has to make a quick trip to the motocross track to help his boss sort out some paperwork crisis for next week’s race. Normally I don’t like spending time away from him but right now I could use a break and some best friend time so I stay at the apartment and call Becca. She answers on the fifth ring.
“You better not be calling to tell me the party has been cancelled because I just spent eighty bucks on a bathing suit.”
I consider lying and telling her it has been cancelled just to see how long she’ll freak out. “No, I just need to vent for a moment.”
“Holy crap, is there trouble in Jace and Bayleigh’s perfect paradise?”
I let out a breath. “Yeah. Only Jace’s paradise is still perfect.”
Becca listens to me tell her what happened with the waitress like a true friend—by staying quiet until I’m finished with every last crazy obsessive worry I unload on her.
“So?” she says as she piles all of her stuff into her car and prepares to make the drive over here. “You know what you need to do now.”
I peek through the curtains in the living room on the off chance that Jace has returned home early. “I do?”
“Duh! Check his emails, girl. Find out exactly what that skank waitress has been emailing him about.”
“There’s no way I can do that. That’s an invasion of privacy.”
The sound of her blowing a raspberry with her tongue filters through the phone. “He gave you his password. It’s not an invasion. If anything, it’s an invitation.”
“I dunno,” I say, turning around and glancing to where his laptop rests on the kitchen counter. “It just feels wrong.”
“ Fiiiiiine, Miss Upstandingly Moral. Just try to log in with the password he gave you. If he didn’t want you to see her emails then he would have changed the password.”
She makes a good point. One that I can’t seem to find a way to shut down. I toy over the idea in my head for the rest of our conversation. She tells me the directions she pulled off of the internet from her house to Jace’s apartment to make sure they’re right because this is the first time she’ll be driving herself to Mixon. I tell her she’s good to go, but in reality I have no idea if her directions were correct or not.
I’m still mentally stuck on the email thing.
Once we’re off the phone and I’ve double, triple and quadruple checked the parking lot for Jace’s truck, not to mention sending him a text asking him to call me when he’s on his way home, I sneak over to the laptop in the kitchen. My pulse races and my hands actually shake as I take the laptop, open it and turn it on. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment consumes me as I click on the browser and then go to Jace’s email screen.
I don’t even need to use the password he gave me because it’s already logged in. That means he didn’t change it and he doesn’t have anything to hide. I suck in a deep breath and take one step backward from the computer, glancing out the front window again and finding Jace’s parking spot still empty. Well, that’s it I guess. The password wasn’t changed and that’s all I wanted to know.
A few seconds later, I’m typing the letters J-U-L-I-E into the email search bar and I’m feeling like a total snoopy asshole for doing it. But then I hit enter and brace myself for the results.
More than a dozen emails from one Julie Garner show up on the screen. I knew they would, but the knowledge doesn’t stop the ball of bitter anxiety that swells up in my throat. The most recent email was received nine months ago. He didn’t reply to it. Nor to the three before that one. I should feel relief, but I don’t because Jace and I were dating nine months
Now if only I could stop thinking about that stupid waitress.
Chapter 12
After breakfast, Jace has to make a quick trip to the motocross track to help his boss sort out some paperwork crisis for next week’s race. Normally I don’t like spending time away from him but right now I could use a break and some best friend time so I stay at the apartment and call Becca. She answers on the fifth ring.
“You better not be calling to tell me the party has been cancelled because I just spent eighty bucks on a bathing suit.”
I consider lying and telling her it has been cancelled just to see how long she’ll freak out. “No, I just need to vent for a moment.”
“Holy crap, is there trouble in Jace and Bayleigh’s perfect paradise?”
I let out a breath. “Yeah. Only Jace’s paradise is still perfect.”
Becca listens to me tell her what happened with the waitress like a true friend—by staying quiet until I’m finished with every last crazy obsessive worry I unload on her.
“So?” she says as she piles all of her stuff into her car and prepares to make the drive over here. “You know what you need to do now.”
I peek through the curtains in the living room on the off chance that Jace has returned home early. “I do?”
“Duh! Check his emails, girl. Find out exactly what that skank waitress has been emailing him about.”
“There’s no way I can do that. That’s an invasion of privacy.”
The sound of her blowing a raspberry with her tongue filters through the phone. “He gave you his password. It’s not an invasion. If anything, it’s an invitation.”
“I dunno,” I say, turning around and glancing to where his laptop rests on the kitchen counter. “It just feels wrong.”
“ Fiiiiiine, Miss Upstandingly Moral. Just try to log in with the password he gave you. If he didn’t want you to see her emails then he would have changed the password.”
She makes a good point. One that I can’t seem to find a way to shut down. I toy over the idea in my head for the rest of our conversation. She tells me the directions she pulled off of the internet from her house to Jace’s apartment to make sure they’re right because this is the first time she’ll be driving herself to Mixon. I tell her she’s good to go, but in reality I have no idea if her directions were correct or not.
I’m still mentally stuck on the email thing.
Once we’re off the phone and I’ve double, triple and quadruple checked the parking lot for Jace’s truck, not to mention sending him a text asking him to call me when he’s on his way home, I sneak over to the laptop in the kitchen. My pulse races and my hands actually shake as I take the laptop, open it and turn it on. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment consumes me as I click on the browser and then go to Jace’s email screen.
I don’t even need to use the password he gave me because it’s already logged in. That means he didn’t change it and he doesn’t have anything to hide. I suck in a deep breath and take one step backward from the computer, glancing out the front window again and finding Jace’s parking spot still empty. Well, that’s it I guess. The password wasn’t changed and that’s all I wanted to know.
A few seconds later, I’m typing the letters J-U-L-I-E into the email search bar and I’m feeling like a total snoopy asshole for doing it. But then I hit enter and brace myself for the results.
More than a dozen emails from one Julie Garner show up on the screen. I knew they would, but the knowledge doesn’t stop the ball of bitter anxiety that swells up in my throat. The most recent email was received nine months ago. He didn’t reply to it. Nor to the three before that one. I should feel relief, but I don’t because Jace and I were dating nine months
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