Trusting Jay(59)

I picked up the one of the woman cuddling the toddler. There was something about the way she looked at the camera. The way her smile was lop-sided, causing her eye to crease. I traced along her features, trying to place their familiarity. Her nose was identical to Jay’s. Why do I know that face? I tapped the frame with my finger, trying to place her.

“Hey, being nosy?” I jumped at the stern tone of his voice.

I put the photo down, worried I’d angered him. “You were such a cute baby.”

My eyes slid over his body, glistening with water drops. I went over to him and felt his muscles with the tips of my fingers. “And such a cute adult,” I said looking up at him.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t bother getting dressed.” Jay lifted me and carried me back to the bed. I didn’t plan to leave it until I had to start my new job.

The End