Chapter 3

Jake realized that he wasn’t making sense, even in his own head, and that’s because Jenna was one whom all the guys wanted, and probably a lot of girls too. She was sexy but wholesome, with a good head on her shoulders, and man, did the girl have pipes!

The episode of Homeland had ended and Jake realized he’d been somewhat daydreaming for a while, mostly about Jenna but also a bit about her sister, whom Jake didn’t know much of anything about. He realized that the shower had been off for a bit, and figured that they were probably getting dressed.

With a flash of panic, Jake jumped up off the sofa, his eyes wide and matched by his mouth. Oh shit, he thought, if they go into my room to get some t-shirts they’re gonna find ... oh noooooooo.

When Jake rounded the corner to his room, his worst nightmare was confirmed: both Jenna and Kylie were standing in his room, looking at the drawings pinned to his corkboard. Normally Jake kept his room closed off when his parents were around, and they never bothered to go into it. But since they weren’t around, the door was left open.

Jenna was looking at a pencil drawing of herself, a replica of the famous Kate Winslet pose as “Rose” on the sofa in Titanic. There was a second, her standing in what appeared to be her dressing room for a concert, looking at herself in a large mirror.

And a third, in Rio de Janeiro, this one an obvious fantasy as she was standing next to, and with her around his shoulders, the Christ the Redeemer statue, which was 125 feet tall. All three drawings had one thing in common.

Jenna Wilsanne, who was currently wrapped in a towel, was completely nude in each.

There were other drawings as well. One of Jennifer Lawrence from The Hunger Games, looming over The Capitol of Panem. Felicity Jones, wielding a lightsabre. Nina Dobrev, complete with vampire fangs.

And one of Gal Gadot, striking a Wonder Woman pose complete with bracelets and golden rope. And nothing else. Nude, just like the rest of the women in the drawings.

Jake felt all the color drain from his face, and his mouth hung open.

Kylie turned her head and saw him. The look in her eyes wasn’t one of disgust or scorn, but rather, more one of surprise.

“Jake,” she said, softly, looking back at the drawings while her sister Jenna now glanced over at Jake, her cheeks a bit flushed, “you are a very talented artist.”

Jake was paralyzed.

Jenna turned back toward the drawings. “These are ... amazing.”

Jake blinked twice, then once more, trying to process what he just had heard. Maybe it was the wind, he thought.