Chapter 9

Sadly, it hadn’t occurred to him earlier—perhaps that was the only way to get out of the accursed house was by being less beautiful.

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“Hello? Yeah, Mom? Yeah, it’s Jake. No, no Mom. I’m not in the dorm. I’m outside your door. Really, Mom. In Seth’s Ferrari.” Jake fell silent for a while. And then, “I’m bringing a friend, Mom, so I need to ask you first.” He chuckled softly. “Sure. We’re coming in now.”

Jake turned sideways. During the chat, Jake had felt Luke’s gaze boring into him. But now Luke was looking straight through the front windshield, his gaze impassive, his body inert. There was no sign of the man who had just kissed him at the prospect of sanctuary.

Or, had Jake been even more delusional, thinking that Luke had kissed him back? Had the kiss been impassive as well, simply a brush of lips, a cold, professional thank-you…from a professional?

Jake sighed and touched him gently on his arm. “Luke…”