Page 42 of At the Edge with You

I jump at my name as Jett steps back, his hand falling to his side. I look over to see my mom, who is glaring at Jett before she sets me with a look. “Get in the car.”

I bring in my brows. “Ew, why?”

Jett lifts his hand to his mouth to hide his laughter as my mother sneers. “Fable, I will not ask again.”

She looks as if she’s about to explode with anger, and I don’t know why. I absolutely don’t want to get in the car with her. I scrunch up my nose and then point to the Thistle. “I’m heading back to work.”

“I’ll bring you back. Kitty needs you.”

My stomach drops, and the heat I was really enjoying turns ice-cold. I glance back at Jett to find that he’s watching me. He gives me a small smile and shrugs. “I’m always here.”

Does he want me to come back to finish what we started? Wait? I started something?

Oh, he messes with my head.

Before I can feel this out, check the vibe, my mom’s voice sends ice down my spine. “Fable!”

“For the love of Pete,” I mutter, and then I wave. “Thanks again for going with me.”

“Anytime.”

We share one last look before I get into the car with my mother, feeling like a teenager caught with the guy her mother hates.

Apparently, that’s exactly what this is.

She hasn’t even pulled away when she yells, “Have you lost your mind, Fable?”

“What?”

“You were basically humping him in broad daylight.”

“Wow, that’s an overreaction,” I muse, shaking my head. “We were talking.”

“You two were way too close. You have to remember who we are! You can’t be slumming it with the wrong crowd.”

I gawk at her. “Slumming it with the wrong crowd?” I repeat. “Have you lost your mind? Jett owns the damn Ice Thistle, he’s extremely respected in this community, and he’s a good guy. What the hell are you talking about?”

“He isn’t good enough for you.”

“That’s not for you to decide!” I yell back, totally caught off guard by her rant. “I am a grown adult, Mom. I could sleep with everyone in this town, and you can’t say shit.”

She gasps. “Fable, you wouldn’t!”

“Don’t put it past me!” I yell back, shaking my head. “We work together, we are friends, past partners. Jett means a lot to me.”

“I knew this was going to happen. You just can’t resist him, can you?”

Can I? Shit, I don’t know if I can.

That’s new.

“Mom, that is none of your business.”

“Don’t you know he will ruin your image? He is all tatted, uneducated, and doesn’t complement you.”

I make a face. “His tattoos are sexy, he has a college degree, and if we didn’t go well together, how did we win a gold medal?”

“Stay away from him!” she yells in frustration.

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