like the perfect time to do something that’ll occupy my mind for a bit.
It was true; I needed something to keep my mind off what Tasha would be doing with Adam. Not that I thought Tasha would get too cozy with her sister’s fiancé, but they would have to act in a way that would convince others that they were together.
The other issue I had with this whole thing was the fact that I didn’t know Adam. I had no idea what type of guy he was. For all I knew, Tiffany had stepped out on him because he’d set the precedence first. And it’s obvious that he found Tiffany attractive, so there was no reason he wouldn’t feel the same about Tasha. Honestly, it was impossible to differentiate between the two in pictures.
However, I’d pretty much just told Tasha that I trusted her, and this would be my chance to prove that to her. So to make it through the stressful weekend I had ahead of me, I’d have to give my sister the yard of her dreams. The things she needed done would take me one day, if that. I needed something to occupy two full days, from sunup to sundown, which meant Jessa and Marcus were about to get the works.
My phone chimed with one last text from Tasha.
Tasha Lewis: Well, if you can, keep your phone on you, or at least check it from time to time. I’m sure I’m going to need your voice of reason to get me through this stupid event tomorrow. G'night Jacoby.
I smiled as I replied with: goodnight to you too, Tasha, followed by a purple heart emoji.
“You’re such an idiot,” Jessa said with a laugh and dramatic eye roll.
I finished packing the soil around a freshly planted hibiscus shrub and then leaned back on my haunches to look at her. Her only job today was to keep me hydrated and offer me a little bit of company, not sit around and call me names like we were kids. “We’ve established this already, but thanks for your valuable input.”
“Sorry, Coby. I just don’t see why you’re stressing about this.”
“Any fool can see that this plan Tiffany concocted will blow up in their faces. I can’t afford to be around when that bomb detonates. That’s what I’m stressing about.” I continued to dig another hole to transplant another shrub from the pot to the ground.
“You’re being incredibly selfish, do you know that? You’re worried about the very unlikely chance that you’ll somehow be involved if this plan of theirs falls apart. You’re completely removed from the situation, so how do you think you’ll be impacted? The one you should be concerned about is Tasha. She’s the one who’ll be crucified for her sister’s sins.”
Jessa made a valid point, which annoyed me. She was always putting things into perspective for me, which I always appreciated after the fact, but sometimes I wondered what it would be like to hear her take my side on things.
“I get that you’re paranoid of the media; I am too,” she continued in a softer, more sympathetic tone. “But I don’t understand how any of this could possibly affect you. During a time when Tasha needs you the most, you’re contemplating adding more distance between the two of you. That just doesn’t make any sense.”
I’d still had trouble falling asleep after texting with Tasha last night. There were way too many things crossing my mind to allow me to rest. And by the time I got up this morning, I’d decided that the best course of action was to give her some space to deal with Tiffany’s drama. However, it seemed that my sister disagreed with me.
“If the press gets wind of Tiffany’s infidelity, what’s the first thing they’re going to do?” I held Jessa’s stare, waiting for her to respond. When she didn’t, I carried on with my argument. “They’re going to start digging to find more skeletons. And what do you think will happen to me if the paparazzi come around and snap photos of her leaving my place or me leaving hers?”
Jessa nodded, but she took a moment before saying anything. “I get that, Coby. I honestly do. But it’s not like they’ll just appear out of thin air. You’ll know ahead of time if that’s the case. You’ve played it by ear, taking it one day at a time since the beginning, so why put on the brakes now?”