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“Nope. Ryan can stuff himself for all I care. I didn’t ask him to buy me lunch and I’m not his responsibility. Go eat, Joseph, I’m fine here.” Joseph shook his head and stood up to his full height. “Can I at least bring you a sandwich?” She smiled up at him as she turned the page. “I’m fine, Joseph. Now get out of here so I can study.” Joseph left the library and Jane closed her book. She wasn’t fine but she wouldn’t eat anything Ryan bought her. She didn’t want anything from him and she hoped that he would just leave her alone.

Brushing the light snowfall off my shoulders, I ducked under the tiny door frame of her front door and carefully shrugged my coat off. The temperature had suddenly fallen over the last few days in New York City, but Jane's home never failed to fill my body with warmth whenever I came over. I glanced down at the fretting little lady as she floundered around me in her adorable kitchen apron and a fluffy towel in her hand. She was extremely worried about all the snow that had melted on my head, but I could care less.

“Just because of your interceding, I had spent a good time in prison, Your Highness. I even got this gift for serving you well.” The contents of that bag made me roll my eyes as it was full of romance novels. Jane was a typical girl who was dreaming about her soulmate. So, I didn’t pop her bubble of happiness that my life was a living example of destruction, even after finding an extraordinary mate. Nothing good could happen even after having a mate! Jane shared her experiences in prison and spoke nonstop for the whole night. It was a nice change to hear something else instead of the compromises of mated life. She was a great buddy.

It looked almost ordinary, which somehow made it more unsettling. Jane leaned closer immediately, curiosity winning over caution like it always did with her. She released my hand and carefully lifted the book off my chest, settling it between her palms like it might bite if mishandled. “It is English,” she said after a quick scan. Then her brows pulled together. “But… this is strange.” Sammy shifted beside the bed, impatience tightening his shoulders. “Does it even matter who wrote it. Just read the bloody content.” Jane shot him a look but did not argue. She cleared her throat and started reading from the beginning, her voice steady, analytical, stripping emotion away as if that would make

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

“Jane, what the hell are you doing here?” “Oh, relax.” Her voice lilted with condescension as she waved me off. “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d drop by and congratulate you. Settling down, are we?” Her gaze slid to Ofelia again, tone dripping with fake warmth. “Such a cozy setup.” In the neighborhood my ass. Jane Burns wouldn’t be caught dead in New Jersey, period. Most of the snobs I grew up around consider anything outside of Boston beneath them. The only place they find acceptable on the East Coast is NYC. New Jersey was a state that they considered trashy.

"I thought you might have backed out." Lyra stepped forward, her wet sneakers squeaking against pristine white marble floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows displayed Manhattan spread out like a toy set far below. "Nice place," Lyra said, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. Jane wore silk loungewear that probably cost more than Lyra's monthly rent. Her blonde hair was pulled into a perfect messy bun that had definitely taken time to arrange. "You look terrible," Jane said, examining Lyra with clinical detachment. "We have a lot of work to do."

And the man was gone in a hurry for his preparation afterwards. Meanwhile, Jane intentionally searched for a woman in disguise. She checked every room, expecting to see the woman, but she failed to see her. A few minutes later, she noticed a place where a flock of ladies were forming a circle and talking to each other cheerfully. She was intrigued to go into them and asked if they saw Jenny, but it was not difficult for her to search because the woman was in there. "Yes Jane, do you want something from me?" asked the woman in front of her.

The New York Times feature published on a Sunday in November. I read it at the kitchen counter in the Capitol Hill apartment at seven in the morning with Eleanor in the carrier against my chest and Julian beside me with his coffee and the Washington November morning outside the window doing what November mornings did which was arrive cold and clear and entirely without apology for what the year had cost to produce them. The feature ran to four thousand words.

Jane hoped his business with Kayla in bed wasn’t one of them. Jane intended to resume her memorization after Willy left, but she felt too drained to continue. She had been cooped up in her apartment for almost two days with only the documents for company. She thought it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time outside. As lunchtime approached, without bothering to change her clothes, Jane decided to go out. She grabbed her small bag, packed everything she wanted to bring, and left her apartment. She didn’t know where she was heading, but she needed some fresh air.