Chapter 6
Jia
I was tryingto be positive.
I figured that was the best way to help. Even if it was nothing really.
Being positive helped keep up morale.
It made me worry, however, of what would truly happen in the long run.
I took out my phone from my bag, so tempted to switch it on. It was Anya that was on my mind.
I wondered if maybe I could have done something similar to how Xander contacted his friend. I very quickly abandoned that idea though because it might put her in danger. I knew what Pa was like, he would check everything and leave no stone unturned. That was what he would do.
He’d go to her and question her. He’d check out all her stuff to see if I’d made contact. One thing I hoped he didn’t do was hurt her in any way.
That would have killed me. Just thinking of that happening, through all the shit I’d seen Pa do over the last few weeks, which I had to class as his worst moments, I felt he wouldn’t involve Anya more than necessary.
I put my phone back in my bag and quietly made my way back to Xander’s room.
It was super late and everyone had gone to sleep.
When last I checked it was just after one in the morning and we needed to be up in a few hours to leave.
I probably shouldn’t disturb Xander but I just wanted to check on him as I was up then I’d leave.
Maribelle, Frankie’s mom, had given us each a room. She’d guessed quickly though that Xander and I were involved from the way that I cared for him and talked about him. My room had been the closest to his.
When I opened his door I expected to see him in bed, lying down asleep, but the damn man who should have been at the very least resting, was on the floor doing pushups. The moonlight that beamed through the window lit him up, making him look like some kind of warrior in prep for war.
Of all the things… I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw him going for it. I was a gym bunny on the regular and in what I classed as my normal days, but I doubted I could have done one push up the way he was doing it by pressing on his knuckles. Much less the amount he’d done in just the few seconds I’d stood there.
He stopped and gazed at me with the sexy half smile, looking a lot closer to his charming self than he had in days.
His dark blond hair was ruffled with that just-got-out-of-bed sexy edge and to add to the image of him, he stood shirtless before me with just the bandages wrapping around his washboard stomach.
“You come to watch me?” he asked keeping his voice low.
“You’re supposed to be in bed,” I chided.
He smirked again.
I went in and closed the door.
I gave him a little smile when he switched on the desk lamp.
“Try sleeping when you have to come up with a master plan.”
I moved closer to him and his gaze dropped to my breasts.
“Try sleeping when your girl looks like this and she’s in a different room to you,” he added, looking me over with seduction.
Maribelle had given me a nightshirt to wear. It caught my legs but because of the deep V neck it made my breasts look bigger. Or more enhanced.
He’d noticed.
“Again you should be resting.” I giggled, trying to keep as quiet as I could.
