But Jesse, instead of being impressed with this bit of news, only looked more angry.

“It sounds as if you and he have been doing a lot of talking lately,” he said.

If I hadn’t known better, I might have thought Jesse sounded almost…well, jealous. But since I knew good and well—as he had made it only too clear—that he did not feel about me the way that I feel about him, I simply shrugged.

“What am I supposed to do, Jesse? I mean, he goes to my school now. I can’t just ignore him.” I didn’t, of course, have to go over to his house and French-kiss him, either. But that was one thing I was keeping from Jesse at all costs. “Besides, he seems to know stuff. Mediator stuff. Stuff Father Dominic doesn’t know, maybe hasn’t ever even dreamed of….”

“Oh, and I’m certain Slater is only too happy to share all he knows with you,” Jesse said very sarcastically.

“Well, of course he is, Jesse,” I said. “I mean, after all, we both have this sort of unusual gift….”

“And he was always so eager to share information about that gift with the other mediators of his acquaintance,” Jesse said.

I swallowed. Jesse had me there. Why was Paul so keen on mentoring me? Judging by the way he’d jumped me in his bedroom, I had a pretty good idea. Still, it was hard to believe his motives could be entirely lascivious. There were way prettier girls than me who went to the Mission Academy whom he could have had with a lot less trouble.

But none of them, I knew, shared our unique ability.

“Look,” I said. “You’re overreacting. Paul’s a jerk, it’s true, and I wouldn’t trust him farther than I could throw him. But I really don’t think he’s out to get me. Or you.”

Jesse laughed, but not like he really found anything amusing in the situation. “Oh, it’s not me I think he’s out to get, querida. I am not the one he’s sending roses to.”

I glanced at the roses. “Well,” I said, feeling myself blush. “Yes. I can see your point. But I think he only sent those because he really does feel bad about what he did.” I didn’t mention Paul’s most recent transgression against me, of course. I let Jesse think I meant the stuff Paul had pulled over the summer.

“I mean, he doesn’t have anyone,” I went on. “He really doesn’t.” I thought of the big glass house Paul lived in, of the spare and uncomfortable furniture in it. “I think…Jesse, I honestly think part of Paul’s problem is that he’s really, really lonely. And he doesn’t know what to do about it, because no one ever taught him, you know, how to act like a decent human being.”

Jesse wasn’t having any of that, though. I could feel sorry for Paul all I wanted—and a part of me truly did, and I don’t even mean the part that considered Paul a really excellent kisser—but to Jesse the guy was, is, and always would be dog meat.

“Well, for someone who doesn’t know how to act like a decent human being,” he said, going over to the roses and flicking one of the fat, scarlet buds, “he is certainly doing a good imitation of how one might behave. One who happens to be in love.”

I felt myself turning as red as the roses Jesse was standing beside.

“Paul is not in love with me,” I said. “Believe me.” Because guys who were in love with girls did not send minions to try to keep them from fleeing the premises. Did they? “And even if he were, he sure isn’t now….”

“Oh, really?” Jesse nodded at the card in my hand. “I think his use of the word love—not sincerely or cordially or truly yours—would indicate otherwise, would it not? And what do you mean, if he were, he isn’t now?” His dark-eyed gaze grew even more intense. “Susannah, did something…happen between the two of you? Something you aren’t telling me?”

Damn! I looked down at my lap, letting some of my hair hide my face, so he couldn’t see how deeply I was blushing.

“No,” I said to the bedspread. “Of course not.”

“Susannah.”

When I looked up again, he was no longer standing by the roses. Instead, he was standing by the side of my bed. And he had lifted one of my hands in his own and was looking down at me with that dark, impenetrable gaze of his.

“Susannah,” he said again. Now his voice was no longer murderous. Instead, it was gentle, gentle as his touch. “Listen to me. I’m not angry. Not with you. If there’s something…anything…you want to tell me, you can.”

I shook my head, hard enough to cause my hair to whip my cheeks. “No,” I said. “I told you. Nothing happened. Nothing at all.”

But still Jesse didn’t release my hand. Instead, he stroked the back of it with one calloused thumb.

I caught my breath. Was this it? I wondered. Was it possible that after all these weeks of avoiding me, Jesse was finally—finally—going to confess his true feelings for me?

But what, I thought, my heart drumming wildly, if they weren’t the feelings I hoped? What if he didn’t love me after all? What if that kiss had just been…I don’t know. An experiment or something? A test I’d failed? What if Jesse had decided he just wanted to be friends?

I would die, that’s all. Just lie down and die.

No, I told myself. No one clutched someone else’s hand the way Jesse was clutching mine and told her that he didn’t love her. No way. It wasn’t possible. Jesse loved me. He had to. Only something—or someone—was keeping him from admitting it….

I tried to encourage him into making the confession I so longed to hear.

“You know, Jesse,” I said, not daring to look him in the eye but keeping my gaze on the fingers holding mine. “If there’s anything you want to tell me, you can. I mean, feel free.”

I swear he was about to say something. I swear it. I finally managed to lift my gaze to his, and I swear that when our eyes met, something passed between us. I don’t know what, but something. Jesse’s lips parted, and he was about to say who knows what, when the door to my room burst open. CeeCee, followed by Adam, came in, looking angry and carrying a whole lot of poster board.

“All right, Simon,” CeeCee snarled. “Enough slacking. We need to get down to business, and we need to get down to business now. Kelly and Paul are whupping our butts. We have got to come up with a campaign slogan, and we have to come up with it now. We have one day until the election.”