The first week went by without incident. Jasmine thought that was a good omen. She was still convinced Cobra wouldn't be able to find her here, and that made her relax. Her writing was coming along better than she could ever have expected. She was sure Carson would flip when he heard the new tunes.
Things weren't so quiet on another front, though. That electricity still snapped and popped between them but they both did their best not to acknowledge it. Caleb gave a good imitation of a stone sphinx although on occasion, when he appeared not to be thinking about it, he even smiled at her. Not much of a smile, more like a painful contortion of his facial muscles. And she always smiled back. She'd never been in a situation like this before and she was working hard to handle it.