Run From Fear
“Rosario said.
Jack looked up quizzically as he picked up the strategically rumpled comforter from the couch. “What do you mean?” he asked as he folded the comforter and placed it on the end of the couch.
“I know you guys are totally doing it,” Rosario said.
Jack heard a clatter in the kitchen and something sounding like Talia choking.
“What?” Talia came out of the kitchen, blotting at the front of her T-shirt with a towel. Her cheeks were flushed.
Rosario was gathering up her books as though nothing was amiss. “It’s stupid, making Jack sneak down at the crack of dawn and pretend to sleep on the couch.”
“I’m not… we’re not…” She looked helplessly at Jack, but he was enjoying her discomfort too much to come to her rescue.
The first morning after Rosie came to stay with them, Talia had poked him awake before the sun came up and sent him back down to the couch.
“She’s eighteen,” Jack had grumbled as he pulled on his jeans. “We found her at her boyfriend’s, for Christ’s sake—”
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