Beth said the words out loud the next morning. She couldn’t believe she’d walked out on Jake. All night, she sat on her sofa waiting from him to march into her apartment, sweep her into his arms, carry her into the bedroom and hold her close all night. She’d apologize for storming out and he’d apologize for blowing up. They’d make love and everything would be okay. But it wasn’t. Jake was gone. Hopelessness crashed through her when she finally admitted that staring at the front door wouldn’t make Jake magically appear. Rosie started barking when someone placed a key into the lock. Jake! Beth sprang up off the sofa, smoothing her hand down the front of her robe. Darn, she should have brushed her teeth earlier, fixed her hair and maybe put on something a little more seductive. She held her breath as the door opened. Carla stepped inside her apartment. Beth flopped onto the sofa. It wasn’t Jake, it would never be Jake. Tears welled up in her eyes and she fought to blink them away before Carla saw them.
