this.”
“I need to tell you.”
Nicole sank back in the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Go on.”
“I was crying,” Jesse said, thinking that not talking about this was so much easier. She hated the feelings that rushed up in her, the sense of being swept back into the past. “He sat on the bed and told me I couldn’t change who I was. I would never settle for one guy. Girls like me didn’t settle down.”
She swallowed against the tightness in her throat. “I was stunned. Was he right? Was I going to hurt Matt? Worse, maybe I didn’t deserve him.”
She closed her eyes. Shame filled her. Shame that someone would think she was worth so little. “Drew kissed me. He kissed me and I let him because I’d always used guys to make myself feel better. Why should this be different? Then he pulled off my T-shirt and touched my bare skin and I lost it. I knew I didn’t want anyone but Matt. That I had changed. I started to push him away.”
There was more. There was how sick she’d felt inside. How she’d thought she was going to throw up. There was her terror that Nicole would hear them and come in, which was what had happened anyway. There was the rapid pounding of her heart and the knowledge that the very last piece of innocence buried deep inside had been shattered.
“That’s when you came in,” she whispered. “Drew jumped up and shouted that I’d been coming on to him. I knew you were going to believe him.”
She opened her eyes. Nicole stared at her, but she couldn’t read her expression. Did her sister believe her? Did she still hate her?
There was so much more she wanted to explain. She wanted to say that it had hurt so much to have Nicole turn her back on her. It had hurt to be shut out of her only family.
“I didn’t sleep with him,” Jesse repeated. “Nothing happened and not because we were interrupted.”
“I want to believe you,” Nicole told her. “For a lot of reasons.”
Jesse’s chest tightened. “But you don’t.”
“I’m not sure.”
Why was she even surprised? “I can’t give you proof.” She wasn’t sure what Drew had said about that night. “Sometimes you just have to have faith. I screwed up a lot when I was growing up, Nicole. I know that. But I never did anything to deliberately hurt you.”
Nicole looked at her without speaking.
Jesse had tried and she would keep trying, but right now she was just plain tired.
“I’ll be at the bakery on Monday morning,” she said as she stood. “You know how to get in touch with me if you need anything before then.”
Nicole nodded.
Jesse walked out without looking back.
She’d come home with high hopes and a lot of dreams. So far none of them had come true, but she wasn’t giving up. She’d come a long way already. She was going to keep moving forward until everything worked out. The past five years had taught her to be strong and to dig deep for what was needed. She wasn’t afraid of hard work or challenges. She was a survivor.
JESSE’S CELL PHONE RANG a little after three that afternoon. The number displayed was unfamiliar.
“Hello?”
“It’s Matt.”
Funny how, despite everything, her body still reacted to the sound of his voice.
“Hi.”
“You’re probably wondering why I’m calling,” he said.
“I’m sure it’s to yell at me about something.”
There was a pause, then he surprised her by chuckling. “Okay, I earned that. Maybe I’m calling to say I’m sorry. That our meeting yesterday was too much, too soon. Maybe I have regrets.”
Was she going to get that lucky? “When will you know for sure?” she asked.
“By tonight. I could tell you all about it over dinner.”
“You could.”
“Is that a yes?” he asked.
Was it? Did she want to see Matt again?
She was feeling raw from their last encounter—hurt and confused and a little sad about the changes she saw in him. But he was also Gabe’s father, so she had to reestablish a relationship with him. If
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