“Well, you’re in luck, as most of the ones I know are in Sydney.”
“Perfect, it’s settled. I’ll go shopping first and stock up on swimsuits and summer outfits ahead of my beachy vacation.”
“Does Jack live near the beach?”
“He sure does. He described it to me in one of his earlier letters, maybe one you didn’t read. Though, I guess he could have been lying this whole time. We’ll soon find out.” I laugh and Hayley joins in while Blair merely smiles, and there’s something off about it.
“What’s wrong?”
“I missed something on my cons list.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“What if he’s been lying to you this whole time?” She repeats my words back to me, but while I was joking, she’s definitely not.
“Oh, B. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”
“Andif that is true, you bet your ass I’m boarding the next flight out of here to help you kick his ass,” Hayley adds, her expression murderous but adorable, if that’s possible.
“Thanks, Hayls.” I smile warmly and turn to Blair. “Thank you both. I appreciate you helping me through this. Good list, Blair.”
“I actually have one more.”
“Wow, you are on fire.” Hayley squeezes her arm.
“I do these a lot.”
“Let's hear it.”
“Okay. Five, Jack might be your soulmate.”
I laugh, a little hysteria in my voice, as Hayley snorts beside me. “B, I swear you weren’t this corny when you were dating Nathan.”
“Then look at what finding your soulmate does. It turns the pessimists into optimists again.”
“If that’s the case, I’m going to make it my life’s goal to avoid mine.” I wink as though I’m joking, only I’m not sure that I am.
“Stop.” Blair manages a small, tentative smile. “You love it. But just in case, do you want to hear the rest of the cons?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Jenna
The smell of salt permeates the air as I enter Jack’s beautiful tree-lined street, and when I come to a stop in front of his house, my jaw drops. Not only does he liveonestreet away from the beach in the most gorgeous town I think I’ve ever driven through, but his house could grace the cover of a home designmagazine.
The modern glass and painted concrete structure sits back off the street, behind a perfectly manicured garden and lawn. It’s two…no, three stories high, and… Holy shit, is that a pool on the second level?
While the topic of money never came up in our letters, I got the feeling his parents had been well-off. But I wasn’t expecting this. It doesn’t fit his personality. He’s carefree and fun and not at all organized enough to keep this place in check. Even if he’s paying a housekeeper to help. It’s not him.
Though, come to think of it, he hasn’t moved since the first letter he sent me. This could very well be his parents’ house. The house he grew up in.
If I grew up in a house like this, in this location, I wouldn’t move either.
God, I have so many questions. And that means it’s time to get the fuck out of the car to get answers.
Closing my window, I adjust my oversized sunglasses and grab my phone to leave, pausing when it vibrates in my hand.
Blair: I’ve changed my mind. Come home. What if he’s a psycho?
