“If you muck me about, Dexter.” “I won’t-“ “I mean it, if you lead me on or let me down or go behind my back, I will murder you. I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”
“I won’t do that, Em.” “You won’t?” “I swear, I won’t.”
And then she frowned, and shook her head, then put her arms around him once more, pressing her face into his shoulder, making a noise that sounded almost like rage. “What’s up?” he asked. “Nothing. Oh, nothing. Just…” She looked up at him. “I thought I’d finally got rid of you.” “I don’t think you can,” he said.
“Well, have a nice life, I suppose.” “And you. Have a nice life.”
She turned and started to walk away. The Mayhew family watched her go. “Dexter, I’m sorry-did we interrupt something?” “No, not at all. Emma’s just a friend.”
Smiling to herself, Alison Mayhew regarded her handsome son intently, then reached out and took the lapels of his suit in both hands, tugging them gently to settle the jacket on his shoulders. “Dexter- weren’t you wearing this yesterday?”
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With little more than a shrug, she had said goodbye to someone she really liked, the first boy she ever really cared for, and now she would have to accept the fact that she would probably never see him again. Have a nice life had been her last line. Was that really the best she could come up with?
The way Cole Walter looks at Jackie Howard when she is not looking in his direction... His feelings for her are so strong already that he can't hide them from anyone even if he tries. He's too obvious.