Page 33 of The Other Side
I took a beat while she was distracted, trying to find the emergency sewing kit stashed in her desk.
The faculty that had attended Montgomery were quite vocal about the fact, finding it a point of pride. And Montgomery was very prestigious, which made having attended a badge of honor in certain circles. So if Chance had attended Montgomery, as I suspected, why would he hide it? What could he gain from keeping it a secret?
“Does it matter if he went here?” Jolene’s attention was solely focused on mending her sweater.
“I guess it doesn’t. It’s just been bothering me. I think he’s lying.”
“Sounds like you’re grasping at straws to justify disliking him, and if you can prove he lied about something, it will give you a valid reason.”
I hated that she hit a little too close to home on her assumption. But it was worse than that. I think in some weird way, I needed to find something wrong with him. Because if I didn’t, it would only be a matter of time before I wouldn’t be able to fight my attraction to him.
This little research project might have been a last-ditch effort to prove once and for all that Chance wasn’t who he appeared to be. And if he really was, then I’d surely give in. Maybe giving in to Chance wouldn’t be so bad, as long as I knew for sure he was being honest with me…about everything.
Because the last time I’d let myself fall for someone, I hadn’t done anything to protect myself, and it had almost ruined me. I wouldn’t let that happen again. I had to know what I was getting myself into. I needed to learn from my past mistakes.
“I have to get these in the mail.” Having fixed her sweater, Jolene stood, collecting the organized and sealed mailers from her desk.
“I’ll walk you to your car.”
