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I tried to think.And what?
I took a deep breath and admitted, "Honestly, I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but it's not like I need you to drive through the night or anything." I forced a nervous laugh. "Not that you could, thank goodness, huh?"
I finished by saying, "Anyway, I'm really sorry for worrying you, and could you please call me when you get this? I have my cellphone back, so I'll be waiting, okay?"
With that, I disconnected the call and sank backward onto the bed.
In my mind, I could practically see Allie's reaction to my earlier call. No doubt, she'd cussed up a storm. She did that sometimes when she was upset, and the way it sounded, my call had rattled her, bigtime.
I knew this because during the last couple of hours, she'd left me at least a dozen messages, each more frantic than the last.
I couldn't blame her, especially when I considered my desperate call from the redhead's phone. To think, I'd practically begged Allie to drive all the way down here to get me. And then, like a total dumb-ass, I'd neglected to call her again when Jax returned.
I still didn't know what I was going to do about my living situation, but at least I had a few hours to figure things out. After all, it's not like I was sleeping outside or anything.
As far as the situation with Allie, there was at leastonelucky break. Her car was in the shop, as she'd informed in her very first voicemail.
Thank God.
I wasn’t happy that her car needed repairs, but Iwasthankful for the timing. If her car weren't out of commission, she might be driving through Alabama by now.
Just to be safe, I dialed the number to the apartment and left a message there, too. It was the middle of the night, and if she was asleep – which I hoped she was – she'd get at leastoneof the messages first thing in the morning.
It wasn't much of a comfort, but it was the best I could do.
I stayed awake for another hour just in case she called me back. And then, when she didn't, I crawled under the covers and closed my eyes.
The mattress was pure perfection, and the sheets smelled fresh and clean. They weren't cotton. They were something else – something softer and smoother. Silk maybe? I didn't know, and I didn't have the energy to speculate.
I fell into a deep, blissful sleep, only to wake far too soon to the sounds of yelling.
And it was coming frominsidethe house.
Chapter 22
My eyes flew open, and I bolted upright in the bed. My gaze darted around the room as I struggled to remember where I was.
And then, in a rush, I recalled everything – the car crash, the party, and most of all, Jax.
Pale light was creeping in through the windows, lending a dreamlike quality to my surroundings. I wasn't sure what time it was, but judging from the light, it had to be very early.
From somewhere inside the house, a woman yelled, "She called me a cunt!"
Woah.That was bigtime name-calling. In my whole life, I'd never evensaidthe word, even if Ihadthought it a time or two.
Jax replied, "So?"
I froze at the sound of his voice. He sounded a lot closer than I might've expected. Unless I was mistaken, the argument was taking place just down the hall or maybe in a neighboring bedroom.
After all,hehadn't yelled, and I could hearhimjust fine.
The woman hollered, "Thiswasn'tpart of the deal!"
Sounding almost bored, Jax replied, "What deal?"
"My employment deal, that's what! Because if you think I signed on to be verbally abused, you've got another thing coming."
"So, you're gonna quit?"
