Denise Hunter Quote

Stephen! Meridith hobbled forward and embraced her fiancé. What are you doing here? I missed you. He pecked her on the lips, but his embrace felt stilted. Then she remembered Jake. She pulled away and cleared her throat. Stephen, this is Jake, the contractor I hired. Jake, this is my fiancé, Stephen. Jake extended his hand. The grasp seemed more like a challenge than a handshake. Or maybe it was her imagination. Nice to meet you, Stephen said. Same. Jake’s voice seemed deep after Stephen’s. I’ll turn in now, he said to Meridith. You’ll be all right with your ankle? Yeah, thanks. Her laugh wobbled. Good night. She’d never gotten around to telling Stephen that Jake was staying there, and now she wished she had. Boy, did she ever. Stephen would have questions. She wasn’t blind to the way it must look, a cozy family returning from a day at the festival. Not to mention the way she’d been curled into Jake’s arms as he’d helped her up the walk. The screen door slapped into place, leaving them alone. Meridith huddled into her thin sweater. I can’t believe you’re here. He’s staying here? Stephen’s voice had an edge she hadn’t heard before. It was a trade. I couldn’t afford the repairs, remember? Jake offered to trade for room and board. I’ll bet he did. Stephen.