"So what, now we're going to live together?" Jamie takes another step towards me. "That's your idea of a good plan?"
Unwilling to back down, I poke a finger at his chest. "This is my family's house. Not yours. I have every right to be here."
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Jamie frowned. “Won’t your family notice you’re missing?”
Christy? Not likely. And Enzo would probably just assume she was keeping tabs on me.
“My parents are out of the country, visiting my dad’s family, so…” I trailed off.
“Shoot.” He took his hat off, which I was thankful for, because I tended to laugh at inappropriate times and that would definitely be the thing to do me in.
The reality of our situation was sinking in, and I could feel myself hurtling towards hysterics. What if no one came for us all weekend? Could the human body go that long without water? I was pretty sure I'd read that it could only last two days. Would we die of dehydration? Or what if Jamie had an allergy I didn't know about and he went into anaphylactic shock? I'd seen people do that thing in the movies when they didn't have an epipen so they made a hole in the dude's throat. But I had no idea where the hole went. I'd end up killing him, and then even if I survived, I’d have to go to prison for manslaughter.
“When’s the next time someone will be coming in here?” Jamie's very sensible question brought me down from my ledge.
“We have another performance tomorrow night." I was saying it to myself as much as to him. "Sean comes an hour before rehearsal to make sure everything’s running. So, 6pm at the latest.”
“Okay.” Jamie relaxed visibly. “We can last one day in here.”
“Totally.” I tried to copy his calm tone and pretend I hadn't been spiraling two seconds ago. “And hey, I’ve never been here at night. Maybe there’s another guy who comes late.”
“Maybe.” He glanced at me and the corner of his mouth quirked. “You’ll just do anything to get me to yourself, huh DeLuca?”
That snapped me out of it. I crossed my arms and glowered at him. “Don’t flatter yourself, Keller.”
“I just don’t want you getting any ideas.” He winked at me, and then plopped his pirate hat on my head, in spite of my glare. “I don’t suppose you have anything to eat in there?”
He nodded towards my purse. Good question.
I checked inside. “Watermelon gum, Skittles, and a granola bar is all I’ve got.” I pulled the last item out and offered it to him. “This is probably the most filling.”
As he reached for it, I hesitated. "You don't have any allergies, do you?"
His forehead wrinkled. "No. Why?"
"No reason."
Jamie took the granola bar and opened the wrapper, then surprised me by breaking it in half and handing half back to me.
“No, it’s okay, I’m not that hungry.” I pushed it away. “You’re a guy, you need it more.”
Jamie had at least seventy pounds on me, and I’d seen my brothers eat. They probably consumed double the amount of calories I did and that was saying something. If he was anything like them, there was no way he could make it a whole day on half a granola bar and some candy.
