I’d have done the same for her if our positions were reversed, but something tells me she’s testing the water. Probably checking into see if Brady made use of the information she gave him.
Don’t be mad. She was worried about you.
Brady’s words echo in my head, but I can’t just ignore the fact that she gave him my address.
Me: Thanks. I had a surprise visitor today…
There’s a long pause and then three little dots appear on the screen.
Jenna: Anyone I know?
I roll my eyes and pull the blankets tighter around myself.
Me: Don’t play coy. I know you’re the one who gave him my address.
Jenna: In my defense, I was worried. And it’s not like he’s some rando serial killer.
Me: That we know of…
Even I huff a laugh at that, because no self-respecting psycho would subject himself to the humiliation that was Brady attempting pole.
Jenna: So? What happened?
Jenna: Are you going on another date?
Jenna: If you don’t jump on that man, someone else will.
The messages pop up in a flurry. Jenna does this when she’s excited, pressing send before she finishes typing.
I should let her stew in her own curiosity—it would serve her right—but apparently, I’m in a sharing mood, so I type out a quick message, explaining the situation.
Jenna’s reply is swift and contains about a zillion skull emojis.
Me: Your support is duly noted…
Jenna: Nope. You don’t get to be salty when you’re putting that poor guy through it.
Guilt rears its ugly head and I hesitate before tapping out a reply.
Me: It’s possible I didn’t put my best foot forward.
Jenna: You think?
I sit with that, trying to decide if I’ve crossed the line from politely disinterested to asshole territory, and come up empty.
Not a good sign.
Another K-Drama starts and I try to lose myself in the story, but between the tug of war currently happening in my pelvis and my guilt, it’s impossible to focus.
Something’s got to give. I can’t go on like this, seducing Brady in my fantasies and keeping him at arm’s length in real life.
It’s exhausting.
And if I’m not careful, I’m going to end up with whiplash.
I’m midway through a new episode of the K-Drama when my phone vibrates with an incoming text.
I check the screen and my pulse spikes when I see it’s from Brady.
