FIFTEEN

Derek

I swore as I grabbed the boiling-over saucepan and burnt my hand. I was preparing supper for Skye, but my anxiety was out of control. I would have to tell her about David and explain to her that we had to let everyone know about us since time was running out. I knew the talk would be challenging since I wasn't sure which direction to go in. David could inform everyone, which would have a negative impact on all of us. I could approach Spencer and the press before David to try to ease some of the burden. Or, and this was hardly a concept in my head at the time, I could cut things up with Skye and hope she realized it was for her own benefit.

As the entrance door opened and closed, my thoughts were jolted. Skye had arrived, and I was beginning to lose the last of my courage. I leaned in and kissed her passionately since she seemed so comfortable, almost unrecognizable.

She smiled and said, "Well hello."

I responded, "Hey," while feigning anxiety. "How's it going? ”

She grinned