Chapter 11

I don't get much sleep. I stare at the ceiling listening to the silence in the dark before dawn finally tugs me out of bed. I jog alone at 6.00 a.m. the familiar route I normally take with Jake, but he's still in bed and avoiding him is my only plan of action this morning. I pound the picturesque streets of Seattle with my soft-soled running shoes and try to bring back all the calm and control that rules my life. We need to forget last night ever happened if we're to move on. I need to stop over analyzing and obsessing over it and forget it ever happened. He was drunk! Jake's impulsive and sometimes irrational when he's drunk; he can be unpredictable and foolish, and I shouldn't put any weight on last night at all. He's a born womanizer and last night with beer goggles on I was just another possible conquest who was obviously giving him some sort of come-on signs. I shower and eat in my room and pack my suitcase. We're heading home today, the flights set for noon,