I could start worrying about dodging Jake after my brief stint in the Highlands.
Since everyone else had already arrived in Edinburgh a day earlier, Claud and I had just enough time to crash, sleep off the jetlag, and pack before we were to meet the guys on the Cowgate. We were walking to catch the train since Edinburgh Waverly Station was a less than a ten minute walk from the apartment.
“I do not feel awake enough for more traveling,” I grumbled as I strolled into the kitchen with my small suitcase. Wrapped up in a sweater, a fleece-lined Regatta, my black Levi’s, Uggs, cashmere scarf, and wooly floppy knit hat, I was ready to meet the winter Highlands. Or I would be once I woke the hell up.
“Um …”
The “uh oh” expression on Claudia’s face was like a shot of caffeine. “What is it?”
She winced. “Jake’s coming.”
“What!” Blood whooshed in my ears.
Throwing up her hands, Claudia gave me a helpless look. “He decided to come.”
I felt sick. “This isn’t happening. I was supposed to have four more avoidance days!”
“I’m sorry, Char.”
I blinked rapidly, trying to think of a way out of this. I spent a good five minutes coming up with one lie after the other, each gaining in elaboration and entertainment.
Finally, I groaned. “Fuck it. I’m a grown-ass woman, I can cope with this.”
Claudia was too busy typing really fast on her phone to answer me.
“What are you doing?”
“Asking Lowe to run interference.”
Okay, now I was going to strangle her. Through clenched teeth, I asked, “Why are you asking Lowe to run interference?”
“Because you told me what he said at Frankenstein, so he seems like the best option. He knows what’s going on and he’s on your side. He’ll keep you out of Jake’s way. Not that I think you should stay out of Jake’s way, but it’s what you want so I’m helping you achieve it.”
Musing over this, I eventually bobbed my head in reluctant agreement. “You might be right.”
“Phew!” Claudia grinned cheekily. “Crisis averted. Now let’s go conquer the Highlands.” She sailed past me, her little pink suitcase following in her wake.
Chapter Twenty-One
The sight of Jake standing talking to the guys on the sidewalk of the corner of Blair Street, his hands stuffed into his black wool coat, his small duffel bag at his feet, made me feel like I was coming out of my skin. A rising wave of jittery nerves crashed against my stomach and I almost stumbled to a stop.
“You okay?” Claudia asked, her eyes pinned to the group.
Denver stood with a rainbow-colored Rowena at his side, Matt joked with Jake, and Beck and Lowe watched us approach.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “Let’s do this.”
The wheels of our small suitcases rattled along the hard sidewalk and the sound drew everyone’s stare.
Do not look at Jake, do not look at Jake.
With a single-minded determination, I focused entirely on Lowe.
“Hey,” he grinned.
“Oh, finally, more girls,” Rowena smiled. Her bright eyes settled on Claudia. “Thanks for inviting me. I love free trips.”
“Who doesn’t?” Beck smiled and then turned to Claudia, eyeing her carefully. “How’s it going?”
“We’re good.” She smiled at everyone. “But late, so we better motor if we want to catch our train.”
Feeling Jake’s gaze burn into my cheeks, I was ever so thankful that Lowe fell quickly into step beside me as we walked up a very steep Blair Street. It stopped me from doing something foolish like desperately asking Jake if he was okay since his split with Melissa three weeks ago. It shouldn’t bother me if he was or wasn’t, but I still cared. I still cared enough to not want him to be hurting.
“Did you have a good Christmas?” Lowe asked softly.
“I did. Did you?”
“Yeah, it was cool. We decided on Chinese takeout this year. Very Christmassy.”
“Please tell me you at least bought cake or a pie?”
“I bought beer.”
I laughed. “At least tell me you used it to soak in some kind of sponge cake?”
“I’d like to say we were that inventive, but my brother and I are pretty low-key.”
“Hmm. I think next year I’ll box up some of my mom’s Christmas desserts and send them your way. We always have a ton of leftovers.”
Lowe snorted. “We’re not poor.”
“No, just lazy.” I grinned so he’d know I was teasing.
“About food, yes. About other stuff …” he shot me a wicked smile, “I’ve been known to work my ass off to get things done right.”
“How is it possible that you made that sound dirty?”
“It’s a gift.”
I laughed and continued to banter with The Stolen’s lead vocalist as we hauled our asses up onto The Royal Mile and then down the winding and bizarrely named Cockburn Street.
“Don’t even say it,” I said quickly, watching Lowe’s eyes flicker up to the street sign.
His mouth twitched. “I wasn’t going to say anything. It’s not pronounced the way it looks.”
“It’s not?”
“Nope.”
“Well, that’s disappointing.”
Lowe nodded, his eyes catching mine as he smiled affectionately. Concentrating on enjoying the comfortable camaraderie between us made it easier to ignore Jake’s eyes scorching my back as he walked behind us.
When we arrived at the train station, it became clear that Claudia had indeed enrolled Lowe to play interference between me and Jake. Climbing onto the train, I felt him at my back. As soon as Beck scored us two tables, Lowe’s heat pressed into mine as he shuffled me in across from Claudia and Beck and took the seat beside me. This left Jake to sit with Matt, Denver, and Rowena at the table across the small aisle. Lowe put my suitcase up on the overhead space and as he did, my gaze, with a will of its own, lifted and met Jake’s.
The tightness in his jaw told me he was angry, but the look in his eyes was mostly questioning. It took everything in me to keep my own face blank and calm as I casually glanced away from him to smile at an excited Claudia.
For the first hour or so, we chatted about Christmas break and I pretended not to be hanging onto Jake’s every word, even though I was. It turned out Lukas had won over the girl he’d met in his first semester at Boston and since she was also from Chicago, Jake and his parents had gotten to meet her over Christmas. According to Jake, Luke was totally gone for her and the girl, a bundle of energy, was more than a match for Jake’s blunt-tongued Nana, and thus considered a member of the family.