Sweet Reckoning(22)

I drove to Jay’s house and sorted through the envelopes as I sat parked in his driveway. I was glad I’d gotten the mail, because there were things from Virginia—information about checking into campus housing at Virginia Tech, and letters from the bank and realtor about Patti’s new house in the small town of Riner. I shoved everything into my backpack, slung it over one shoulder with a quick glance for whisperers, and walked into Jay’s house.

His parents were at work, and in his room I could hear clicking on a keyboard. The door was open, so I knocked and peeked in.

“Hey,” I said.

He tried to smile, but he looked stressed. “I think I found something, but I don’t really know what I’m doing. I—”

I put a finger to my lips and motioned toward a pen on his desk. He picked it up and wrote in messy handwriting, There’s a church in Atlanta that needs a night janitor and they offer lodging.

Janitor? I wrote.

He shrugged, seeming so much more unsure of himself than usual. He bent over the page and scratched out another message. I’ll have to give up DJ stuff at nights, but I don’t know what else to do. I can get one of those carrier things for when I’m sweeping and stuff.

I underlined carrier things and put a question mark.

He pointed at the computer screen full of different baby carriers, and tears of surprise sprang into my eyes.

“Aw, come on,” he said softly. “Don’t do that.”

I wiped my eyes dry. So many things ran through my mind that I wanted to say: How proud I was of him. How awful this situation was, and how sorry I was that it was happening. But none of that was necessary with Jay. Though a navy blue stream of sadness and gray worry ran steadily through the underbelly of his aura, the rest was a pastel swirl of pink love.

Jay was going to be a daddy. Despite his trepidations, he was being proactive about it. The thought of anything happening to him scared me to death. It wasn’t safe for him or the baby to be in Atlanta, but I hated asking him to leave the place he’d always known as home.

I took the pen. Would you consider moving to a place where there are no Dukes?

He didn’t immediately refuse, like I thought he might.

You mean Virginia, with you?

Hm, there was a thought, but I shook my head. I have to live on my own, but maybe you could be nearby? A lightbulb went off, and I wrote faster. Maybe you could live with Patti! Or near her. You could help each other, and you’d only be a town away from me.

The idea grew on me as I stood there thinking about it, and a grin spread across Jay’s face.

Patti’s awesome. I’m okay with it if you think she’ll agree.

I’m sure she will! She needed someone to mother, and she hated being alone.

We both smiled. Maybe this could work. I leaned over to write more.

She and I are leaving soon, but you wouldn’t have to come right away. You have some time before . . .

Our smiles vanished and we both looked down. One thought hovered over us.

Marna.

Jay’s jaw tensed as he slowly wrote. I swear I had no idea. If I knew what could happen—

I took the pen from his hand. I know. We all know.

Not her sister. She hates me.

I shook my head. It has nothing to do with you. She doesn’t think she can live without Marna.

My heart twisted every time I thought about the broken look on Ginger’s face when the truth sank in. Ginger, who’d always been so strong.

Everything was changing.

It was time for me to leave. I’m going to give you Patti’s number and I want you to get in touch with her. Things are starting to happen. I’m under investigation, and they’re determined to incriminate me this time. I don’t want to put you guys in danger, so I’m going to keep my distance.

He looked worried as he wrote, I wish there was something I could do.

Knowing Patti has you to lean on will be helping me more than you know. I gave him a hug, and was about to leave when his phone went off.

He showed me the screen, which said Marna.

I zoomed my hearing toward the earpiece as he answered.

“Jay?” Marna’s voice held a thinly veiled panic. “Have you seen my sister?”

His eyes darted to me as he shook his head. “No.”

I held my hand out and he said, “Here, talk to Anna real quick.”

“What’s going on?” I asked her.

“She wasn’t here in New York when I arrived, and she missed our flight back to England, so I made an excuse to miss it, too. Now we’re both on probation with the airline. But I can’t find her!” Marna sniffled.