Chapter 5
Jenna swiped her palm across the bathroom mirror, watching as tiny droplets of condensation fell.
Her gaze lifted to the sad, green eyes staring back at her. Studying her reflection, Jenna took a good, long look at herself for the first time in a while.
She didn’t like what she saw.
“What are you doing?” she whispered. Desperately wishing the woman in the mirror would tell her.
Because she had no freaking idea, anymore.
Jennathoughtshe did. Thought she was happy with her life. Thought her friends had been wrong to worry. And being her usual, stubborn self, she’d been convinced that coming here was the absoluterightchoice.
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
The change of scenery was supposed to give her a chance to reset. To mix things up a bit while also evaluating what she really wanted from life. Instead, she’d walked into a nightmare…and right back into Adrian Walker’s arms.
He was still out there, waiting for her on the other side of the bathroom door. So, she was inhere, hiding like the coward she was.
Jenna glanced at her reflection once more. Again, she wondered…
What. Are. You. Doing?
She was no closer to finding the answer to that question than she was ten seconds ago. Nor was she any closer to discovering who therealAdrian Walker was.
You know.
Did she? Jenna wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t sure of anything, anymore.
Her phone—the phone she still had because Adrian had thought to grab it and her purse from the back of the cab before heading to the hospital—began to ring.
Glancing at the screen, she saw Elle’s name. Her gut tightened. Did she know what happened to her? Had Adrian snitched to Gabe?
Only one way to find out.
Jenna picked up the phone and answered it. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself. How’s it going?”
She sounded cheery. Cheery was good.
“Good.” Jenna lied. “I’m good. What about you?”
“I’m going crazy. Certifiable, actually. And I’m a psychologist, so I know what that looks like.”
Jenna chuckled. “Gabe driving you nuts?”
“You havenoidea. We’ve still been trying to agree on the color for the nursery. I was good with the last attempt, but now he’s changedhismind. Instead of pink, he wants to do the room in camouflage with pink accents. Can you believe that?”
Yes. She could absolutely believe that.
“Between that and him hovering over me like a badass papa bear… Jenna, I swear, I love that man to pieces, but if he doesn’t stop treating me like I’m spun from glass, I’m going to have to take the big guy out.”
Elle obviously didn’t know anything about what happened. If she did, she wouldn’t be talking paint colors or bitching about the husband she loved more than life itself.
“Enough about me.” Her friend’s smile reached her through the phone. “I want to hear aboutyou. How’s the job? This is your day off, isn’t it? I thought that’s what I had written down.”
“Yep, I’m off today.”Not a total lie.“And the job’s…fine.”