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"Who? Me and Jake?" He shook his head. "No."
"Why not?"
"You've gotta ask?"
"Well, you have to make upsometime, right?"
A ghost of a smile crossed his features. "It's nice that you think so."
"But don'tyou?"
"No."
"But—"
"WhatIthink is thatyouneed dinner."
It was an obvious change of topic, and I was tempted to argue. But I'd already pried enough for one day, and besides, we had the rest of the evening to revisit the subject.
But as it turned out, talking wasn't the primary thing on either of our minds, and I couldn’t say I regretted it – not even the next day when I returned home half-asleep, only to learn that I'd had an unwanted visitor of my own.
Chapter 64
When I walked in through the apartment door, Allie gave me a sly smile. "Well,someonehad a good time."
She was right. I did.With Jaden out of town, Jax and I had the whole place to ourselves, and I'd enjoyed every inch of it.
I stifled a giggle. I'd enjoyed every inch ofhim, too – multiple times.
Allie laughed. "You're blushing."
Probably, I was, but it wasn't due to embarrassment. It was the heat of the memories combined with simple happiness. I felt like I was living in a dream – a dream that I never wanted to wake from.
It was late Sunday afternoon, and tomorrow, I'd be seeing Jax again. Already, I could hardly wait.
But tonight, I had to work.
As I got ready, I told Allie all about my time with Jax. Leaving nearly nothing to her imagination, I even told her the story of what had happened between Jake and the bitey security guy.
When I mentioned the part about Jaden torching the car, she said, "God, he's such a tool."
I wasn't going to argue.Poor Allie.To think, she actually worked for the guy. I swear, there were times I wondered whether I'd done her a favor at all by pushing her into that job.
I was just debating asking her when she said, "Hey, guess who stopped by last night."
From the look on her face, I didn't need to guess. "Don't tell me." I cringed. "It was my mom, wasn't it?"
"Nope."
"Really?" I couldn’t imagine who else it could be. "So who was it?"
"Tabitha."
"You're kidding."
I'd known Tabitha my whole life. During all those years, she'd never stopped by to simply say hello, at least not to me. I asked, "What did she want?"
"Oh, you're gonna love this," Allie said. "She came by to gripe thatshedidn't get a hotel room."
