Chapter 224

• “Sorry.” He straightens up and looks away from me. “Habit.” He mutters it so softly, almost sounding painful. He walks off, placing a hand on the small of Sarah’s back, guiding her toward the door with an unreadable backward glance toward me. I’ve no idea how to feel about any of this, and I’m starting to wonder if it’s even a good idea. I’m unsure if I have the strength to face Jake alone and fight his pull over me. I watch him from lowered lashes, and a complete pit of confused despair churns me up.
• Sarah slides on her coat, picks up her oversized bag, throws me a wave, and blows a kiss with a wink as I watch them leave; a strange sense of nerves creeps up inside me as Leila comes strolling down the hall dressed in last night’s clothes.
• “I have my driver coming for me, so I’m going to head down, babes. Sarah still here? Has Jake gone?” She scans around in surprise.