“Stings a bit.”
Char’s eyes were still closed when she felt Jake’s hands on her cheeks. She had no choice then but to open them and feel the full force of what his hazel eyes did to her. He smiled, a real, hot, honest-to-goodness, soul bearing, I’m-going-to–sell-my-grandmother-to-North Korea-in-order-to-marry-this-man smile. “It always stings before it gets better.”
“W-what?” Words weren’t really forming well, not with his hands on her, his shirtless torso before her, and his eyes gazing at her face as if she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever encountered.
“Scratches. They always sting before they heal. So it stings to get rejected, but I think in the end it will be worth it.”
“You should drink more often,” Char joked. “You get all sentimental.”
“It’s not the drink,” Jake murmured, his lips so close to hers she could almost taste him. “Good night, Char.”
“ ’Night.” Her voice was foreign and airy to her as Jake released her face and slid back down onto his makeshift bed. “Sweet dreams.”
He turned on his side and gave her another one of his megawatt smiles. “If you hear your name, you’ll know why.”
And melt.
Well, crap.
Char managed a smile before she lay back in the bed and waged war within herself. What if Jake really was changing? What if he was trying and she missed it because she was too focused on Jace?
Jace was interested.
Jake was a gamble.
Add another sleepless night to her list of growing problems. Not to mention the fact that every single phone call from work had been ignored.
Him. She’d always wanted him, and now that he was right in front of her, actually vulnerable and trying, she owed it to herself to try, too.
She was going to do it.
Possibly lose her job, and her heart, all over again, on the slim chance that the boy from junior high camp really did want to kiss her back.
Chapter Thirty-seven
It was settled.
Karma had come and gone, and in its place it had gifted Jake a heart. One that was so irritatingly tender that he was about five seconds away from losing his mind.
She smiled.
He got giddy, actually giddy, as in his heart did a little flip in his chest. When Char offered to go with him into town, he was actually excited.
Right. Excited that he was spending the afternoon with Char at the courthouse.
What the hell?
Two months ago he would have wanted to kill himself.
And now—now he was looking forward to just spending time with Char, a girl, a woman to be exact. The longest date he’d had in years was taking place at a courthouse. That had to be a bad sign.
Grandma had forgotten to pick up the license after Kacey and Travis stopped by to show that they were in fact who they said they were.
At any rate, all Jake had to do, as the best man, was pick up the license and then take Char out to lunch. Not too hard. Granted, it seemed ridiculous that he of all people had to do it, but Grandma had thrown such a fit that morning over coffee that he would have said yes to anything including going to Africa to fight for lion rights—if it would just get her to stop talking. Travis and Kacey were busy doing some last-minute scheduling with the wedding band and everyone else was helping set up, so that left him and Char.
Char had been eager to get out of the house, what with Grandma following her around snapping orders.
Jace had asked to come with them.