Page 57 of Tangled Like Us
I click my mic. “No.”
Akara enters the line with two curt words. “Not good.”
It means Quinn is silencing his radio. Ever since the twenty-one-year-old joined security, Akara has been concerned that Quinn is copying Farrow’s maverick style of guarding.
I am too.
He’s a lot younger than Farrow, and realistically, he’s more hotheaded.
I move back to the corkboard. Crossing my arms. Instinct says this is aWall of Suitors.But that’d mean Jane is interested in her grandmother’s ploy.
And I’m positive she’s not.
“What is this?” I glance back at Farrow.
He rests an elbow casually on the mantel. “The worst idea of the month.”
“Counter argument,” Jane says.
Our heads turn as she appears and blows on a steaming mug.
She continues without missing a beat. “This month’s worst idea goes to my grandmother who pimped me out in an ad.”
My brows draw together, concerned about Jane. But also, I’m narrowing a glare into the fucking corkboard.
Farrow refutes, “Except sex was never mentioned in the ad.”
“Romantic pimping,” Jane clarifies, placing her hot mug on a cat-shaped coaster, and I watch her sidle right…next to me.
I uncross my arms.
I don’t know why.Can’t touch her.
My nose flares, and I end up kneading my deltoid.
She places her hands on her hips and stares up at the photos. Like she’s mapped out her whole future and she’s reviewing the layout.
And then she sucks in a measured breath.
She’s stressed.
“What’s going on, Jane?” I ask for the details.
She’s quick to explain everything. I listen, breathing out coarser breaths further and further through. When she’s done talking, she tears a photo of an athlete off the wall. I recognize him as a fullback for the Eagles.
I was right.
I don’t fucking like this.
Maximoff stands nearby, cracking his knuckles. He seems on edge about the whole scenario, but the guy is always on edge.
Farrow leaves his spot on the loveseat to be beside his fiancé.
Jane passes me the photo and cranes her neck to meet my gaze. “He seems like the best so far.”
I haven’t even looked at the photo.
My steel gaze is on her.Don’t do this, Jane.
