Chapter 53

　　Jake has been watching the most godawful movie on the huge flat screen for the last half hour, and I can tell he’s bored of it. He’s been channel-hopping, messing with his cell and laptop, and shifting position on the couch about a hundred times. He’s restless.

　　I’m reading one of the proposals for a small start-up Jake asked me to consider, and I’m fully aware he’s been avoiding conversation. I know that look on his face, a little wary and a little unsettled. He’s still unsure that we’re okay, but I’m letting him stew by carrying on with work and avoiding chatter.

　　“Let’s go running.” His listless tone drags me from the papers in my hand, and I sigh heavily.

　　“No.”

　　“Why not?”

　　“Because you drag me out at six most mornings to jog with you, and I know you’re going to do it again tomorrow, so I’m not doing it now.” I throw him my best moody glare.

　　“You suck,” he sighs childishly.

　　“Jake,” I laugh, “You do realize you’re my boss?”