Turning on my side, I hug my pillow, filled with an overwhelming sadness. He thinks he doesn't deserve to be loved. Why does he feel that way? Is it something to do with his upbringing? His birth mom, the crack whore? My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep.
The day drags and drags and Jack is unusually attentive. I suspect it's Kate's plum dress and the black high-heeled boots I've stolen from her closet, but I don't dwell on the thought.
I resolve to go clothes shopping with my first paycheck. The dress is looser on me than it was, but I pretend not to notice.
Finally, it's five thirty, and I collect my jacket and purse, trying to quell my nerves. I'm going to see him!
"Do you have a date tonight?" Jack asks as he strolls past my desk on his way out.
"Yes. No. Not really."
He cocks an eyebrow at me, his interest clearly piqued. "Boyfriend?"
I flush. "No, a friend. An ex-boyfriend.