Chapter 88

Ella was not happy and she knew it, but she clapped her hands anyway. Twenty smiling five-year-olds clapped and sang right along with her. Her class had been experiencing a bit of Monday drag, so she'd taken a break from the curriculum to get them revved up. She could totally relate.

A week. A whole week, weekend included, and no word from Jason. Not a text or call or drive by. He'd dropped off the face of the planet. No Facebook shots from the female population spotting him at Shooters. No random pics of him on Instagram doing his job.

In fact, Jason and Ella's Pinterest board had no new entries, aside from a few snapped photos in stolen moments at the Charity Ball. Taken unbeknownst to them, of course. The Battleaxes created a board for every couple they'd matched. Jason and Ella's had popped up the day after the event. Never mind Rosa's tweets on the subject. It was as if the meddling threesome had given up on the ludicrous idea, too.