The drive to the farm was peaceful.
After storming away from Eric, I had returned to my appartment and packed up my belongings in records time.
Last night had been awkward to say the least. Sharing the bed with Nikki hadn't been the best of ideas. I had woken up several times during the night to find inappropriate hand placements over my person. Then breakfast had been awkward with Nikki sunk in gloom and Jace wearing a stern expression on his face.
But now here we were, having said a quick and on her part fumbling farewell to Nikki, Jace and I was now on our way to his farm.
I stared out of the window as soon as the car started to roll. Jace for some reason was behaving oddly. He hadn't smiled at all since yesterday. It made me wonder if he was at all happy with me turning up to stay with him. I had a sudden thought that he could even have a paramour out there that he didn't want either Nikki or I to know about.
Afterall, I knew next to nothing about Jace. Not after all this time lapsed between us. He could be a different person now.
I glanced over at his tightly drawn profile and saw that he was still hot. If I hadn't been as infatuated with Eric now as I once was with him, I would have been reduced to a blushing shy Jo of 16 not the grown up that I was.
I searched my brain hard for an ice breaker topic.
"So Jo. Why haven't you been around the farm much in oh...the last few years?" Jace beat me to it. I cursed my uninventiveness.
"Em... its my job. It held me back," I muttered out the first excuse that came to mind. It was not far off from the truth but despite that the real reason was simply Jace. I had taken that long to get over him admittedly only to shift that infatuation onto Eric but still I couldn't risk having it all starts over again. So I used any excuses I could to get out of seeing him again.
Looking at him now I could tell I may have acted too hastily in returning at all. I still think he's hot. I just have to maintain a professional distance and not look at him when he walks about the ranch house in nothing but a pair of trusty old jeans.
I still distinctly recall his fabulous tanned abs. They were produced from the sweat of daily labouring over his lands and cattle. Not the prosthetic made in a gym ab that Eric was sporting. It was only after that thought took place that I realised this was the first time I had ever compared the two. Should I be comparing them at all?
It didn't seem right somehow. Though I did wonder if I were to compare the two, who would come out at the top?
