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Chapter 2
Jo slipped into the passenger seat of my truck and twitched her nose.
"Does it still smell?" I don't know why I was self-conscious about my ride. Of myself in her presence. We lived under the same roof once.
"It smells like rubber and coffee." She settled back and snapped the seatbelt in place. "I've obviously stepped into male domain."
"Well, I am single – if that's what you where hinting."
"I wasn't."
"Fill this out and I'll call you as soon as we know what the issue is."
She started filling out the information as I pulled onto the road.
"How have you been?"
"Fine."
I laughed a little. "I remember you being – extremely talkative."
"I grew up."
"So, can I drop you somewhere?" It wasn't the first time Jo made me nervous, but it was the first time a few minutes of her chatter didn't calm me.
"Where I'm going is in the other direction, Roman." She glanced at her watch. "At this point, calling in is better than being late."
"I'd rather have a late employee than an absent."
"My job has two different point systems and my tardy slip is full."
"Well, then we can spend the day together and catch up."
"I don't think so."
The old Jo would have accepted before I'd finished the sentence. This Jo was forged in stone. Even the way she sat was rigid. I guess she was angry at me. I'd always suspected I was the reason she'd run away. At least now I knew I was right.
Damn. How could I have been so stupid. I should have hidden my feelings. Jo wasn't the first girl who had come into our home. We'd had a couple before. None had ever stayed long. They were usually reunited with their families in a couple months. But Jo didn't have a family. They said she'd been found on the shore of Bermuda Falls. She was a castaway from another world.
Jo was different than any of girl I'd ever met before. She didn't giggle at everything I said and she knew what the real world, beyond childhood. I was approaching twenty-five. The age that legally made me an adult and honestly I felt I was grown at a much younger age. I thought she was perfect for me. We were on the same page. We could talk about the same things. But she was my sister. Or would be. Legally. Very soon. Until she was gone. I never forgave myself for running her off.
"You can drop me off here."
"This is a parking lot, Jo." I scrunched my eyes in confusion. "To an abandoned store."
"I live here."
"Are you scared I'm going to drag you back to my parent's home?"
"I'm an adult again, Roman. I know I can't be forced into foster care. Unless I broke some law I don't know about. Is there a warrant for my arrest because I ran away from the government's ruling."
"Of course not. But you can tell me where you really live."
"This is it. Come inside and I'll prove it."
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