Chapter Eleven JaneIt seems like everything in the world reminds me of Weston Chase.
Eating dinner at my parents’ house later that week, I think about how Wes and I had our first kiss in this kitchen. Mom asks me to pass the pasta, and I wonder how many servings Wes would have to eat to be full. Dad brings up work, and I jump at any chance I get to bring up Wes’s amazing work ethic. It seems like no matter what I do, I can’t get him out of my head.
“Janie? Are you there?”
I snap out of another Wes-inspired fantasy and look up to find my parents staring wide-eyed at me.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you were feeling all right,” Dad says. “You seem a little all over the place tonight. Work got you caught up?”
“Something like that,” I say, twisting the last bit of p
