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I didn't answer right away, either, and he glanced up to check my expression.
"I would say& that's too bad, but I'll bet we could figure out something else to do. If we got really
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desperate, we could even do homework."
Jacob smiled, and his shoulders relaxed. He sat down next to the bike and picked up a wrench. "So you
think you'll still come over when I'm done, then?"
"Is that what you meant?" I shook my head. "I guess Iam taking advantage of your very underpriced
mechanical skills. But as long as you let me come over, I'll be here."
"Hoping to see Quil again?" he teased.
"You caught me."
He chuckled. "You really like spending time with me?" he asked, marveling.
"Very, very much. And I'll prove it. I have to work tomorrow, but Wednesday we'll do something
nonmechanical."
"Like what?"
"I have no idea. We can go to my place so you won't be tempted to be obsessive. You could bring your
schoolwork you have to be getting behind, because I know I am."
"Homework might be a good idea." He made a face, and I wondered how much he was leaving undone
to be with me.
"Yes," I agreed. "We'll have to start being responsible occasionally, or Billy and Charlie aren't going to
be so easygoing about this." I made a gesture indicating the two of us as a single entity. He liked that he
beamed.
"Homework once a week?" he proposed.
"Maybe we'd better go with twice," I suggested, thinking of the pile I'd just been assigned today.
He sighed a heavy sigh. Then he reached over his toolbox to a paper grocery sack. He pulled out two
cans of soda, cracking one open and handing it to me. He opened the second, and held it up
ceremoniously.
"Here's to responsibility," he toasted. "Twice a week."
"And recklessness every day in between," I emphasized.
He grinned and touched his can to mine.
I got home later than I'd planned and found Charlie had ordered a pizza rather than wait for me. He
wouldn't let me apologize.
"I don't mind," he assured me. "You deserve a break from all the cooking, anyway."
I knew he was just relieved that I was still acting like a normal person, and he was not about to rock the
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boat.
I checked my e-mail before I started on my homework, and there was a long one from Renee. She
gushed over every detail I'd provided her with, so I sent back another exhaustive description of my day.
Everything but the motorcycles. Even happy-go-lucky Renee was likely to be alarmed by that.
School Tuesday had its ups and downs. Angela and Mike seemed ready to welcome me back with
open arms to kindly overlook my few months of aberrant behavior. Jess was more resistant. I
wondered if she needed a formal written apology for thePort Angeles incident.
Mike was animated and chatty at work. It was like he'd stored up the semester's worth of talk, and it
was all spilling out now. I found that I was able to smile and laugh with him, though it wasn't as effortless
as it was with Jacob. It seemed harmless enough, until quitting time.
Mike put the closed sign in the window while I folded my vest and shoved it under the counter.
"This was fun tonight," Mike said happily.
"Yeah," I agreed, though I'd much rather have spent the afternoon in the garage.
"It's too bad that you had to leave the movie early last week."
I was a little confused by his train of thought. I shrugged. "I'm just a wimp, I guess."
"What I mean is, you should go to a better movie, something you'd enjoy," he explained.
"Oh," I muttered, still confused.
"Like maybe this Friday. With me. We could go see something that isn't scary at all."
I bit my lip.
I didn't want to screw things up with Mike, not when he was one of the only people ready to forgive me
for being crazy. But this, again, felt far too familiar. Like the last year had never happened. I wished I had
Jess as an excuse this time.
"Like a date?" I asked. Honesty was probably the best policy at this point. Get it over with.
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