SPOILERS - None.
SUMMARY - Same as the other chapters, PG-13
DISCLAIMER - They own it all - the WB and Amy Sherman-Palladino (except
for Brian - he's mine).
A/N: Thank you for all of the great reviews. To Ilovejess1, there was something funky going on with fanfiction.net when I posted chapter 11 (it happened to quite a few other people too) I've been trying to fix it by reloading the chapter, but it doesn't seem to work. Smile: I'm not sure how long it'll be, I guess I'll keep going until you guys tell me to stop! Mocha-queen: thank you for the constructive criticism (I felt like I was getting a little too nit-picky with the details too). JessNRory2003: I didn't even think about the garbage and Jess loosing his journal - wouldn't that have been a twist?!
A/N2: For those who have asked, yes, I do plan on putting parts of the book in the story at some point.
A/N3: Yes, this is another long one. I was going to cut it short, but ff.net is down (yet again), so I just kept going!
A/N4: And yes, I'm pretty anal when it comes to descriptions. I found this great apartment complex in Alexandria called "Abbotts Run" which would be perfect for them - that's where the loft layout comes from as well as the bedroom (office) next to the kitchen.yeah, I'm strange that way.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
We loaded up his Yukon with all of my boxes, the last to go in was my old green duffle with all of my clothes and my briefcase. We talked the entire trip, stopping for lunch along the way. We rode along a tree-lined street until we reached Rory's apartment building. As we pulled up, she was sitting on the stoop reading a book. "Is that her?" Brian asked as he put the truck in park.
"Yeah," I said with a smile, dashing out of the truck. "Rory!" I said, sprinting to her. She dropped her book and ran towards me, our arms colliding as we crashed into each other. I wrapped my arms around her and swung her around, trying to kiss her but we both couldn't stop smiling.
"I can't believe you're finally here!" she squealed in delight as I finally set her down. Brian had gotten out of the truck and opened the hatch, preparing to start unloading boxes. "Hey! You must be Brian!" she said, letting go of me and heading over towards him.
"Uh, yeah," he said sheepishly with a blush. I laughed at his reaction to seeing Rory for the first time. They shook hands and Rory smiled warmly at him.
"I've heard great things about you, Brian, why don't you come inside and have some iced tea before you start unloading," she said, taking him by arm, barely giving him enough time to close the door hatch. She grabbed my arm with her other hand and we all went into her apartment, which was cute, a little small, but comfortable. We all sat and Rory brought a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses and we sat in the sunny kitchen that overlooks a small park. Rory and Brian got into a conversation about Lane's band and I excused myself to go out to the truck. I grabbed my duffle and briefcase and brought them into the house. Rory eyed the duffel wearily and I knew that it brought back memories of when I left for California. I didn't have a choice but to use it since she had taken my suitcase with her in St. Lucia. I made a mental note to get rid of it as soon as it was unpacked. The three of us unloaded all of the boxes within an hour. As we were passing each other in and out of the apartment, Brian stopped me.
"Jesus Christ, Jess, please tell me she has a sister," he said grabbing my arm, looking at me sincerely.
"Nope, sorry, she's one of a kind," I smiled.
Rory walked out and looked at us strangely. "What?" she asked.
Brian and I exchanged glances and smirks. "Rory if you ever get sick of this guy, please don't hesitate to call me, okay?" he said with an exaggerated wink. I just shook my head and laughed as Rory smacked his arm affectionately.
"Oh stop," she said with a light blush. I put my arms around her protectively.
"I'm not letting her go, Bri, sorry," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh well, I guess I'll never be happy then," he teased, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Brian, thanks so much for everything," I said, pulling Brian into a hug.
"No problem, man, any time for my friends," he said.
"It was great to meet you Brian!" Rory said enthusiastically, giving him a hug. Brian shot me a look as he put his arms around her to hug her back.
"Okay, enough," I laughed and they parted. We both waved as Brian drove off. "So....it's just you and me, kid," I said, wrapping an arm around her kissing the top of her head. She put her arm around my waist and put her head on my shoulder as we walked back into the apartment. "Huh, so what do you want to do now?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmmm, well, we could unpack, or I could give you the tour of the place, or...I don't know, how about I show you how much I missed you?" she said seductively, taking me by the hand and leading me up the stairs to the loft bedroom.
"I guess the packing can wait," I mumbled under my breath as we undressed each other and fell onto the bed together. It was like being back in St. Lucia again as we made love until it was dark outside. Rory was snuggled up against me, drowsily drawing circles on my chest with her finger. "I love you, Rory," I said quietly kissing her sweetly.
"Mmm...I love you too, Jess," she answered. "Hey, what time is it?" she asked, looking at the clock. It was already 8:00 pm. "I guess we should get some dinner, huh?" she asked.
"Who delivers here?"
"Everyone! It's like heaven! At least that's what mom thinks," she said with a laugh.
"Okay, so where's the take out drawer?" I asked, getting out of bed, grabbing my duffel and dumping it out all over the floor while searching for sweatpants. She gave me a look to the pile I made and I gave her a look back that said, 'don't worry, I'll take care of it' and she smiled.
"The drawer under the phone in the kitchen, how about Chinese? I could go for some General Tsao's chicken," she said watching me dress, pouting. I pouted back at her and laughed.
"You got it," I said going down the stairs into the kitchen and ordering the food for delivery. Rory padded down to the kitchen in her bathrobe, heading for the fridge for a bottle of water. I was writing in my journal at the kitchen table.
"Hey, let me show you your office, Jess! It's right over there," she said, motioning to the small room around the corner from the kitchen.
"Nah, I like it right here," I said, motioning to the seat next to me. She went into the office and reappeared with her journal, and started to write in silence. I looked up every now and then to watch her writing with her 'serious' face and couldn't help but smirk at her.
"Stop it," she said with a smirk, not looking up. I laughed. This was heaven. The food came and we set the journals aside while we ate, then went back to writing after we finished and put the leftovers away. She yawned loudly and I knew that she wasn't used to the pace and duration of writing that I was used to.
"Come on, let's go to bed, wife," I said, pulling her off of the chair with both hands.
"Okay," she said sleepily. "So what's on your agenda tomorrow?" she asked, taking her robe off and setting her alarm.
"Unpacking, I guess. I've got to talk to Bill and see what my next assignment will be, and I need to get caught up on my email. And looking at the fridge, I guess I need to go food shopping, so I might explore a little around here too," I said as I found my toiletry kit and headed into the bathroom.
"Hey! If that's a comment on my housekeeping skills, well.okay then. So I'm not as domesticated as I should be by now. But consider my role model! Hey, maybe you can come and have lunch with me one day this week? I'd love to show you off, and everyone in my office is dying to meet you," she said turning off the light.
"Yeah, sounds good," I answered, climbing into bed. "Goodnight, Rory."
"Goodnight, Jess," she said with a kiss then rolled over so her back was facing me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her, savoring the feeling again. I would never tire of holding her in my arms.
The next morning, Rory's alarm went off and she dragged herself into the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. I woke up with a start, not having any idea where I was for a minute. "You're home, sweetie," she said giving me a kiss, knowing exactly what I was thinking, and I knew all was right with the world again. I got up and put my sweats on and staggered into the kitchen to see if there was anything suitable for breakfast. I made coffee first, knowing she would be begging for it any minute, then found a box in the freezer with a couple of Luke's danishes. I pulled out two and popped them in the microwave just as Rory was coming into the kitchen. "Ooh! Coffee! Thanks, hun, I could get used to this!" she said grabbing two cups from the cupboard.
"Well, don't get TOO used to it," I said as I grabbed two plates and put the danishes on them.
We sat for a few minutes. "Do you have any idea where you'll be going next?" she asked tentatively, staring into her coffee mug.
"Nope, but Bill said he'd be kind," I answered, still not knowing exactly what that meant.
"Okay, oh, here is your set of house keys! I'll be home around 6:00, okay?" she said with a kiss. The keys were on a powerpuff girls keychain.
"Sounds good. Um, you really don't expect me to keep this keychain, do you?" I said with a laugh.
She smiled. "Aw, I think it's cute!"
"Um, no," I said taking it off and leaving it on the counter. "Have a nice day at the office!" I said with a cheesy smile.
"Gee, thanks," she answered, picking up her briefcase as she walked out the door. "Don't work too hard!" she sing-songed as she left.
I sighed and finished my coffee, staring blankly out the window. I walked around the apartment. It reminded me a lot of her mother's house. Cozy, not pretentious. She had printed out the email photo of us that I had sent her and it was hanging on the fridge, rather unceremoniously. I pulled out a pad and starting making a shopping list - first off, a proper frame or two for our wedding photos, and an album to hold the rest.
I wandered into the office and was taken back. It was a small, plain room, probably supposed to be a bedroom. She had her desk on one side of the room with her computer piled high with papers and books, with a small filing cabinet. It was flanked on either side with short bookshelves. On the opposite side of the room was an empty desk, also with a small filing cabinet, but with two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that were empty. This is where I'd start. I went and got myself another cup of coffee and brought in a random box of books and started to set them up on the shelves. By 11:30 I had all of my books on the shelves and my laptop set up on the desk, along with papers in the filing cabinet. It was a perfect fit, almost like Rory had read my mind as to what I needed to be set up.
I spent another half an hour hanging up my clothes and putting them in drawers, thankful that she had made room for me in the closet and in a couple drawers of her dresser. I looked on the dresser and among the pictures she had of her mom, her and her mom, her grandparents and her father, was a framed picture of her and I back when we were dating in high school. Her mom took the picture of us sitting on the porch swing one day, my arm wrapped around her while she was smiling looking at me. I sat down on the bed and looked at that photo for a long time, reliving how tumultuous our relationship had been, and how most of it was my fault. My stomach growled loudly, making it loud and clear that I'd better get out and find something for lunch. I took a quick shower and threw on jeans and a t-shirt and headed out the door, not sure what direction I should be going, my mind still fogged with thoughts of the past.
A few blocks away was a little pizza place and I stopped in and had a couple slices of pizza and a soda. I wish I brought my journal, but I stole a cache of napkins and scribbled on them as a poor substitute. As I sat there I spotted a supermarket as well as a Hallmark store. Perfect. I finished up and walked over to the Hallmark store first, where I picked up a couple wedding-ish frames, a photo album, and a blank photo card that had a little girl bride and groom on it. I'll write something in it later. I then went to the grocery store and picked up some staples, trying to keep in mind that I was going to have to walk everything home.
I guess I need to think about getting a car. Living in New York for so long, I didn't even think about it anymore. Rory still had the Prius that her grandparents had given her for her high school graduation, so maybe we could share a car or something. I stood in the checkout line with a bottle of wine, spaghetti and sauce, bread, lunchmeat, rice, tofu, salad dressing, six-pack of beer, bagged salad, butter and milk, things I noticed right away that were missing. I also grabbed a bouquet of roses from the floral department. As I walked out, I noticed the sign at the exit that they offer delivery service. I spun back around and picked up a stack of delivery slips. That'll work out even better than getting a second car.
I got back to the apartment and put away the groceries and found a goofy pink panther vase to put the roses in, I left the photo album and the frames on the kitchen table for us to do together and slipped the greeting card into my desk drawer to work on later.
I called Bill from my cellphone as I sat at my new desk checking my email. "Hey Heather, is Bill around?"
"Jess! Where are you?" she asked.
"I'm home. In Alexandria, Virginia, why?" I asked, surprised by the tone of her voice.
"Oh my god, I totally forgot that you are gone! That was so fast! I was looking for you at your desk this morning and I completely forgot that you were moving! Geez! I'm sorry!"
I chuckled. She was so scatter-brained sometimes. "Not a problem. Is Bill around?" I repeated. She quickly got him on the phone. "Hey buddy, what's up?" I leaned back in my chair, looking out the window.
"So how's Virginia?" he asked.
"Strange. Quiet. It'll take some getting used to," I answered. I guess I was just used to the hustle and bustle of New York. But this place was serene, I can understand why Rory likes it so much.
"Aw, poor Jess, what, no strip clubs on every street corner?" he teased.
"Yeah, and no peep shows either. Just a lot of trees and grass, it's just wrong," I teased back.
"Oh well, you'll learn to live with it, I guess! So, I bet you're wondering where in the world I'm going to send you packing to next, huh?" he said suspiciously.
"Well, yeah, now that you've mentioned it, I've been wondering about it, yes," I said, mocking his suspicious tone.
End of Chapter 22 -
A/N: Yeah, you know I love to tease you people so I decided to end it here to keep you in suspense.
A/N: Thank you for all of the great reviews. To Ilovejess1, there was something funky going on with fanfiction.net when I posted chapter 11 (it happened to quite a few other people too) I've been trying to fix it by reloading the chapter, but it doesn't seem to work. Smile: I'm not sure how long it'll be, I guess I'll keep going until you guys tell me to stop! Mocha-queen: thank you for the constructive criticism (I felt like I was getting a little too nit-picky with the details too). JessNRory2003: I didn't even think about the garbage and Jess loosing his journal - wouldn't that have been a twist?!
A/N2: For those who have asked, yes, I do plan on putting parts of the book in the story at some point.
A/N3: Yes, this is another long one. I was going to cut it short, but ff.net is down (yet again), so I just kept going!
A/N4: And yes, I'm pretty anal when it comes to descriptions. I found this great apartment complex in Alexandria called "Abbotts Run" which would be perfect for them - that's where the loft layout comes from as well as the bedroom (office) next to the kitchen.yeah, I'm strange that way.
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Chapter Twenty-Two
We loaded up his Yukon with all of my boxes, the last to go in was my old green duffle with all of my clothes and my briefcase. We talked the entire trip, stopping for lunch along the way. We rode along a tree-lined street until we reached Rory's apartment building. As we pulled up, she was sitting on the stoop reading a book. "Is that her?" Brian asked as he put the truck in park.
"Yeah," I said with a smile, dashing out of the truck. "Rory!" I said, sprinting to her. She dropped her book and ran towards me, our arms colliding as we crashed into each other. I wrapped my arms around her and swung her around, trying to kiss her but we both couldn't stop smiling.
"I can't believe you're finally here!" she squealed in delight as I finally set her down. Brian had gotten out of the truck and opened the hatch, preparing to start unloading boxes. "Hey! You must be Brian!" she said, letting go of me and heading over towards him.
"Uh, yeah," he said sheepishly with a blush. I laughed at his reaction to seeing Rory for the first time. They shook hands and Rory smiled warmly at him.
"I've heard great things about you, Brian, why don't you come inside and have some iced tea before you start unloading," she said, taking him by arm, barely giving him enough time to close the door hatch. She grabbed my arm with her other hand and we all went into her apartment, which was cute, a little small, but comfortable. We all sat and Rory brought a pitcher of iced tea and three glasses and we sat in the sunny kitchen that overlooks a small park. Rory and Brian got into a conversation about Lane's band and I excused myself to go out to the truck. I grabbed my duffle and briefcase and brought them into the house. Rory eyed the duffel wearily and I knew that it brought back memories of when I left for California. I didn't have a choice but to use it since she had taken my suitcase with her in St. Lucia. I made a mental note to get rid of it as soon as it was unpacked. The three of us unloaded all of the boxes within an hour. As we were passing each other in and out of the apartment, Brian stopped me.
"Jesus Christ, Jess, please tell me she has a sister," he said grabbing my arm, looking at me sincerely.
"Nope, sorry, she's one of a kind," I smiled.
Rory walked out and looked at us strangely. "What?" she asked.
Brian and I exchanged glances and smirks. "Rory if you ever get sick of this guy, please don't hesitate to call me, okay?" he said with an exaggerated wink. I just shook my head and laughed as Rory smacked his arm affectionately.
"Oh stop," she said with a light blush. I put my arms around her protectively.
"I'm not letting her go, Bri, sorry," I said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh well, I guess I'll never be happy then," he teased, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Brian, thanks so much for everything," I said, pulling Brian into a hug.
"No problem, man, any time for my friends," he said.
"It was great to meet you Brian!" Rory said enthusiastically, giving him a hug. Brian shot me a look as he put his arms around her to hug her back.
"Okay, enough," I laughed and they parted. We both waved as Brian drove off. "So....it's just you and me, kid," I said, wrapping an arm around her kissing the top of her head. She put her arm around my waist and put her head on my shoulder as we walked back into the apartment. "Huh, so what do you want to do now?" I said with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmmm, well, we could unpack, or I could give you the tour of the place, or...I don't know, how about I show you how much I missed you?" she said seductively, taking me by the hand and leading me up the stairs to the loft bedroom.
"I guess the packing can wait," I mumbled under my breath as we undressed each other and fell onto the bed together. It was like being back in St. Lucia again as we made love until it was dark outside. Rory was snuggled up against me, drowsily drawing circles on my chest with her finger. "I love you, Rory," I said quietly kissing her sweetly.
"Mmm...I love you too, Jess," she answered. "Hey, what time is it?" she asked, looking at the clock. It was already 8:00 pm. "I guess we should get some dinner, huh?" she asked.
"Who delivers here?"
"Everyone! It's like heaven! At least that's what mom thinks," she said with a laugh.
"Okay, so where's the take out drawer?" I asked, getting out of bed, grabbing my duffel and dumping it out all over the floor while searching for sweatpants. She gave me a look to the pile I made and I gave her a look back that said, 'don't worry, I'll take care of it' and she smiled.
"The drawer under the phone in the kitchen, how about Chinese? I could go for some General Tsao's chicken," she said watching me dress, pouting. I pouted back at her and laughed.
"You got it," I said going down the stairs into the kitchen and ordering the food for delivery. Rory padded down to the kitchen in her bathrobe, heading for the fridge for a bottle of water. I was writing in my journal at the kitchen table.
"Hey, let me show you your office, Jess! It's right over there," she said, motioning to the small room around the corner from the kitchen.
"Nah, I like it right here," I said, motioning to the seat next to me. She went into the office and reappeared with her journal, and started to write in silence. I looked up every now and then to watch her writing with her 'serious' face and couldn't help but smirk at her.
"Stop it," she said with a smirk, not looking up. I laughed. This was heaven. The food came and we set the journals aside while we ate, then went back to writing after we finished and put the leftovers away. She yawned loudly and I knew that she wasn't used to the pace and duration of writing that I was used to.
"Come on, let's go to bed, wife," I said, pulling her off of the chair with both hands.
"Okay," she said sleepily. "So what's on your agenda tomorrow?" she asked, taking her robe off and setting her alarm.
"Unpacking, I guess. I've got to talk to Bill and see what my next assignment will be, and I need to get caught up on my email. And looking at the fridge, I guess I need to go food shopping, so I might explore a little around here too," I said as I found my toiletry kit and headed into the bathroom.
"Hey! If that's a comment on my housekeeping skills, well.okay then. So I'm not as domesticated as I should be by now. But consider my role model! Hey, maybe you can come and have lunch with me one day this week? I'd love to show you off, and everyone in my office is dying to meet you," she said turning off the light.
"Yeah, sounds good," I answered, climbing into bed. "Goodnight, Rory."
"Goodnight, Jess," she said with a kiss then rolled over so her back was facing me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her, savoring the feeling again. I would never tire of holding her in my arms.
The next morning, Rory's alarm went off and she dragged herself into the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. I woke up with a start, not having any idea where I was for a minute. "You're home, sweetie," she said giving me a kiss, knowing exactly what I was thinking, and I knew all was right with the world again. I got up and put my sweats on and staggered into the kitchen to see if there was anything suitable for breakfast. I made coffee first, knowing she would be begging for it any minute, then found a box in the freezer with a couple of Luke's danishes. I pulled out two and popped them in the microwave just as Rory was coming into the kitchen. "Ooh! Coffee! Thanks, hun, I could get used to this!" she said grabbing two cups from the cupboard.
"Well, don't get TOO used to it," I said as I grabbed two plates and put the danishes on them.
We sat for a few minutes. "Do you have any idea where you'll be going next?" she asked tentatively, staring into her coffee mug.
"Nope, but Bill said he'd be kind," I answered, still not knowing exactly what that meant.
"Okay, oh, here is your set of house keys! I'll be home around 6:00, okay?" she said with a kiss. The keys were on a powerpuff girls keychain.
"Sounds good. Um, you really don't expect me to keep this keychain, do you?" I said with a laugh.
She smiled. "Aw, I think it's cute!"
"Um, no," I said taking it off and leaving it on the counter. "Have a nice day at the office!" I said with a cheesy smile.
"Gee, thanks," she answered, picking up her briefcase as she walked out the door. "Don't work too hard!" she sing-songed as she left.
I sighed and finished my coffee, staring blankly out the window. I walked around the apartment. It reminded me a lot of her mother's house. Cozy, not pretentious. She had printed out the email photo of us that I had sent her and it was hanging on the fridge, rather unceremoniously. I pulled out a pad and starting making a shopping list - first off, a proper frame or two for our wedding photos, and an album to hold the rest.
I wandered into the office and was taken back. It was a small, plain room, probably supposed to be a bedroom. She had her desk on one side of the room with her computer piled high with papers and books, with a small filing cabinet. It was flanked on either side with short bookshelves. On the opposite side of the room was an empty desk, also with a small filing cabinet, but with two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that were empty. This is where I'd start. I went and got myself another cup of coffee and brought in a random box of books and started to set them up on the shelves. By 11:30 I had all of my books on the shelves and my laptop set up on the desk, along with papers in the filing cabinet. It was a perfect fit, almost like Rory had read my mind as to what I needed to be set up.
I spent another half an hour hanging up my clothes and putting them in drawers, thankful that she had made room for me in the closet and in a couple drawers of her dresser. I looked on the dresser and among the pictures she had of her mom, her and her mom, her grandparents and her father, was a framed picture of her and I back when we were dating in high school. Her mom took the picture of us sitting on the porch swing one day, my arm wrapped around her while she was smiling looking at me. I sat down on the bed and looked at that photo for a long time, reliving how tumultuous our relationship had been, and how most of it was my fault. My stomach growled loudly, making it loud and clear that I'd better get out and find something for lunch. I took a quick shower and threw on jeans and a t-shirt and headed out the door, not sure what direction I should be going, my mind still fogged with thoughts of the past.
A few blocks away was a little pizza place and I stopped in and had a couple slices of pizza and a soda. I wish I brought my journal, but I stole a cache of napkins and scribbled on them as a poor substitute. As I sat there I spotted a supermarket as well as a Hallmark store. Perfect. I finished up and walked over to the Hallmark store first, where I picked up a couple wedding-ish frames, a photo album, and a blank photo card that had a little girl bride and groom on it. I'll write something in it later. I then went to the grocery store and picked up some staples, trying to keep in mind that I was going to have to walk everything home.
I guess I need to think about getting a car. Living in New York for so long, I didn't even think about it anymore. Rory still had the Prius that her grandparents had given her for her high school graduation, so maybe we could share a car or something. I stood in the checkout line with a bottle of wine, spaghetti and sauce, bread, lunchmeat, rice, tofu, salad dressing, six-pack of beer, bagged salad, butter and milk, things I noticed right away that were missing. I also grabbed a bouquet of roses from the floral department. As I walked out, I noticed the sign at the exit that they offer delivery service. I spun back around and picked up a stack of delivery slips. That'll work out even better than getting a second car.
I got back to the apartment and put away the groceries and found a goofy pink panther vase to put the roses in, I left the photo album and the frames on the kitchen table for us to do together and slipped the greeting card into my desk drawer to work on later.
I called Bill from my cellphone as I sat at my new desk checking my email. "Hey Heather, is Bill around?"
"Jess! Where are you?" she asked.
"I'm home. In Alexandria, Virginia, why?" I asked, surprised by the tone of her voice.
"Oh my god, I totally forgot that you are gone! That was so fast! I was looking for you at your desk this morning and I completely forgot that you were moving! Geez! I'm sorry!"
I chuckled. She was so scatter-brained sometimes. "Not a problem. Is Bill around?" I repeated. She quickly got him on the phone. "Hey buddy, what's up?" I leaned back in my chair, looking out the window.
"So how's Virginia?" he asked.
"Strange. Quiet. It'll take some getting used to," I answered. I guess I was just used to the hustle and bustle of New York. But this place was serene, I can understand why Rory likes it so much.
"Aw, poor Jess, what, no strip clubs on every street corner?" he teased.
"Yeah, and no peep shows either. Just a lot of trees and grass, it's just wrong," I teased back.
"Oh well, you'll learn to live with it, I guess! So, I bet you're wondering where in the world I'm going to send you packing to next, huh?" he said suspiciously.
"Well, yeah, now that you've mentioned it, I've been wondering about it, yes," I said, mocking his suspicious tone.
End of Chapter 22 -
A/N: Yeah, you know I love to tease you people so I decided to end it here to keep you in suspense.