Part 27 (1/2)

”You think?” I say and attempt a smile.

”I'm sorry, Morgan,” Adam says after a long silence. ”You've been through a lot.”

We look at each other. ”Thanks,” I tell him. ”You're a good guy.”

Adam reaches over and pats my leg. I should be embarra.s.sed, but under the circ.u.mstances, it's too much effort.

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1 6 t h i n g s i t h o u g h t w e r e t r u e ”So now I have to process this, that my dad didn't really ditch me. My mom ditched him- and never told him she was pregnant.

He didn't even know.” I laugh, but it sounds like a sour burp. ”You know what he did when he found out?”

”What?”

I stare down at his hand where it rests on my leg. He has a silver ring on his thumb. I've noticed he always wears it. ”He went for a run,” I tell him softly. ”He left me with his wife, slipped on a pair of sneakers, and ran away as fast as he could.”

”He shouldn't have left you like that.” He leans across the console and half hugs me. Our faces are inches apart. I smell chips and soap. He stares into my eyes. I stare back. Blinking. Confused.

Emotionally naked.

”No one should leave you like that,” he whispers.

There's some crazy chemistry in the air. I wonder if he feels it or if it's just me. I hold my breath. I'm filled with an absolute certainty that I must kiss him and I must do it now. I don't care if he lied about his girlfriend. I don't care about my dad. Or my mom. I tilt my head, and next thing I know, his lips are pressed against mine.

It's incredible and crazy and real and...Oh. My.

”Holy,” he says, pulling back for a second, and then with one hand, Adam rips off his gla.s.ses and throws them on the dash and then his arms are on my back and he's kissing me harder. I'm lean- ing into him, over the console, pus.h.i.+ng on it to get closer to him.

Everything else disappears. My mom. My dad. Amy's car we're steaming up. All I want is this.

Adam.

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J a n e t G u r t l e r I never want to stop. His hand reaches under my s.h.i.+rt. My head is arching back and he's kissing my neck and I'm so into this I could rip off all my clothes and toss them.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

There's knocking on the driver side window. We pull away from each other and stare up at the man outside- the one my mom ditched without mentioning she was pregnant.

Daddy- o.

Apparently he went for a short run.

”I need to talk to you,” he says.

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chapter seventeen.

11. Personal lives should always be kept personal.

#thingsIthoughtweretrue T he next morning, we take the car to the shop to get a real tire put on for our trip home. We're all at Melody's Tea Shop in downtown Victoria.

After Bob interrupted the make- out session the night before, he asked me to join him and his wife for tea. I told Bob there would be five of us for tea. He didn't argue. Adam was the one who recovered from the embarra.s.sment first, and Bob kept his thoughts about our groping in the car in front of his house to himself.

Afterward, Adam and I drove back to the hostel and talked about my dad and not about what happened between us. We found Amy in the common room with the English ladies. One look at my face and Amy said farewell to her new friends and followed me back to our room. When I told her what happened with my dad, she cried and sat beside me on my bed, holding me tight, refusing to let go.

She never even asked why Adam showed up at my dad's.

So I brought my friends to tea and here we all are.

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J a n e t G u r t l e r Adam, Amy, and I sit across from them on the other. Bob is wear- ing a golf s.h.i.+rt and Camille is wearing expensive jeans and a sweater with beautiful accessories. They look rich and cla.s.sy.

Camille and Amy are having a conversation about tea as they sip from delicate china cups. I'm staring at a coffee mug in front of me but feel Bob's eyes on me, checking out my features the way I check out his, trying to verify his part in my existence. Adam's leg is pressed up snugly beside mine. Camille and Amy are nibbling at pastries and chatting, but I couldn't eat for a million dollars. Adam isn't eating either and is sitting almost as stiffly as me. I wish Bob would try to make conversation. He's the grown- up after all. I want to ask a million questions but I'm afraid.

This is so not how I pictured my family reunion.

”My dad started giving me tea when I was about ten, only decaf though, herbal teas,” Amy is telling Camille. ”He says they're good for lots of things that ail us.” I look over, and Camille smiles at me but nods her head at Amy as she continues on.

Melody's is a warm and cozy teahouse and restaurant. The old building is rustic with dark, delicious wood, and under most any other circ.u.mstances, I'd love the ambiance. The smells wafting in the air are incredible- teas, coffees, and pastries.

”I need to call your mom,” Bob blurts out, breaking the awkward silence at our end of the table. ”Can I have her phone number?”

His voice is loud and barky, as if he's used to people doing what he asks. Amy stops talking and we all stare at him. Adam presses his leg closer against mine, takes off his gla.s.ses, and cleans them with a paper napkin. All eyes turn to me.

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1 6 t h i n g s i t h o u g h t w e r e t r u e ”Uh. Sure. I guess.” I write out the number on a napkin and hand it to Bob.

He takes his phone from his pocket and, with his back to us, dial- ing as he goes, steps away from the table.

He walks off into the teashop connected to the restaurant. I don't take my eyes off him. The phone stays on his ear and his mouth opens and shuts, talking. She obviously answered. I wonder what she's saying. His eyebrows tilt down as he listens, and his lips are pressed so tight they almost disappear. He stops walking, and his foot taps up and down on the tile floor.

”It's going to be okay, Morgan,” Camille says to me. ”He's going to make this right.”