The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

It’s answered quickly, but by Jake instead of Emma, and my stomach drops.

“Sophie? Don’t hang up.” He sounds worried, that familiar deep voice knocks me sideways, not sure what to say, as it’s not who I expected.

“I thought I would get Ems, Jake … I.....” …. I hesitate, losing all courage and hoping Jake isn’t about to go commanding godfather on me. He is laid back and fun until he is pissed, and then Jake is a scary ass mofo.

“She’s napping, Mimmo. Sophs, honey, just tell us where you are. Your parents are frantic, and we have all been out looking for you.” Jake is being gentle, unusual for the bossy cyclone he normally is, but then Emma has been rubbing off on him for years.

“I came to the city, I’m with friends and I’m safe. I just need a little headspace to sort this out on my own. I didn’t mean to scare anyone, Jake. I’m sorry.” I let it out fast, voice trembling and hands shaking. My stomach doing the rhumba. I know by now everyone will know exactly why I ran; my parents will have told them about the plans to lock me up and have me packed off to solitary confinement. Jake sighs heavily.

tell me which friends and where exactly?” He asks pointedly. That edgy tone I know so well and have always loved him

life better, and none of it involves getting drunk or high.” I emphasize the latter with sarcasm, chewing my lip now, the little voices of my favorite little people in

meet me so I can see for myself that you really are okay. I can send a car for you to come to

trundle me home. I know you, remember.” I giggle through a sudden onslaught of tears. Laughing at the man I know is more than capable. He once rescued me from an existence that was barely a life, and he would do it more forcefully if he thinks it’s what

meetings, just show up on the sixty-fifth at any time

sadly to myself. “Look, Jake, I need to go. I’m tired and I’m tucking myself into bed for an early night, I promise. I’m staying put, and tomorrow I have places to go

again, only this time more

talk more about all of this. Keep your phone on this time; there are lots of people going

in a day or two, I promise. Please, just ask them to give me some time first. I’ll keep it on, but I’m not ready to take a hundred hostile calls.” I slide down in bed, wriggling under the covers as