I have to tell him the truth. He deserves someone who will give him her full attention, her heart. And as much as I care about him, I just can’t do that right now.Emma walks me to lunch, like the good babysitter she is. She brings me outside to the picnic tables. It’s getting cold out, but she hands me my jacket—I’ll have to have a talk with her about locker privacy later, if she’s still willing to talk to me after I set things straight with Noah—and says a quick “Have fun” before leaving us alone.Noah has the table set for us. Oh crap. This isn’t happening. I think about how much time has passed since Ash and Liz went to the game. Today’s another anniversary. Noah’s and mine. Damn, damn, damn. Am I really breaking up with another guy on our anniversary?He reaches for my hand and a huge smile spreads across his face. “Do you like it?”My throat constricts. This is too hard. He’s such a good guy. “Noah, I—”“Come sit. I got us lunch.” He brings me to the table, kissing my lips gently before I sit down.“When did you do all this?”“The meeting ended early, and since I knew Emma was taking care of you, I figured I had time to do this.”Taking care of me?
