All the blood drained from her face and for a few black moments her world tilted on its axis.But the crisis passed, and when it did her first reaction was a desperate denial.‘Don’t be ridiculous! Of course you’re James. I mean...what are you trying to say?’ she laughed shakily, sitting up and snatching the satin nightie from the carpet near by and somehow dragging it over her nude body. ‘That you’re Jake? If this is your idea of a sick joke, James, then...’His hands shot out to grab her upper arms, his blue eyes steely as he leant over her. ‘I am Jake. Look at me, Leigh. Really look at me. You know the difference. You’ve always known the difference. You didn’t today because I was where you and everyone expected James to be, dressed in James’s clothes, my hair cut exactly like James’s, acting like James.’He made a scoffing sound. ‘Well...maybe not acting entirely like James. Believe me, Leigh, when I say you wouldn’t want me acting like him tonight.’‘Stop calling me that,’ she screamed at him.
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