Page 105 of When We Were Reckless
“I’m holding you hostage until your clothes are ready.”
Like I’d fight him on that. I was a willing captive, not even putting up a fight as he dragged me to the bedroom like a caveman.
Later, breathless and lying next to each other, I couldn’t help but smile.
“I’ll grab the clothes from the dryer.”
When he left the room, I grabbed one of his T-shirts that was hanging on the back of his door and pulled it over my head, inhaling his scent as I flopped down on his bed to wait for him.
His phone buzzed on the bedside table, and I rolled onto my side, checking the doorway before I looked at the name on his phone screen. Gina.
I had no right to snoop. So why was I looking at his phone?
And who was Gina? I stared at his phone until the call went to voice mail. Two seconds later, my phone buzzed with a message. My mom, asking when I’d be home for dinner. After texting my response, I tucked my phone back in my bag just as Jesse strode into the room with my clean clothes.
“I think someone was trying to call you,” I said, trying to keep my voice casual.
While I got dressed, I watched him from the corner of my eye when he checked his phone. His brow furrowed, and he bit the corner of his mouth.
“Anything important?”
He pocketed his phone. “Nope.”
* * *
“Just drop me off right here.”
He exhaled loudly, but he pulled over in front of the tall hedges that bordered the front of our property. I knew he hated that we were keeping this a secret, but too bad. He had plenty of secrets.
As soon as the truck came to a stop, I pushed open my door and hopped out. “See ya.” I went to close the door, but he leaned across the passenger seat and held it open.
“Hang on.”
I looked over at him, my brows raised in question, the name Gina beating like a drum in my head. “What?”
He gave me a big smile that made my knees weak. Damn him. “I had fun today.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“See you soon, Sunshine Girl.”
I forced a smile, and then I walked away, not even turning to look as he drove off. Maybe he was going to meet Gina, I thought bitterly. But no. He wouldn’t do something like that. Jesse wasn’t a cheater.
But why was he so quick to pocket his phone as if he didn’t want me to know who had called him?
“Hi, honey,” Mom said when I walked in the door and found her in the kitchen. She was in front of the stove, sauteing garlic in olive oil.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Good timing. I’m making that pasta dish you love. Do you want to sit at the island or on the patio?”
“The island is good.”
“The salad is in the fridge.” She looked over at me when I came out of the refrigerator with the salad and set it on the island. “Whose T-shirt is that?”
I looked down at the T-shirt I was wearing. I’d completely forgotten that I was wearing one of Jesse’s shirts, the cotton so soft and faded, his scent still lingering and filling up my head every time I inhaled.
I grabbed the utensils and placemats from the drawer, my back to her as I set the island. “I’m not sure. Declan’s, maybe? I found it in my drawer.”
