None of these ladies are the face of truth and honesty, but if I say that, my brothers will only think I’m defending Jinx.
“You did what you had to do. I’d have done the same,” I mutter.
“He sounds mad,” Zane says to Dutch. “Doesn’t he sound mad? Finn, don’t be mad.”
Dutch’s voice is quiet. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you, Finn.”
“We all have our secrets.” My thoughts travel to Jarod Cross and the glass factory. “I’ll see you later.”
I hang up on my brothers.
Dutch and Zane don’t believe in Jinx.
Neither do I.
She’s as slippery as Jarod Cross, minus the murder and mayhem. I’m only working with her out of necessity. As soon as I get what I want from her, I’ll…
Dammit.
My mind goes blank.
I have no desire to punish Jinx anymore. When did that happen?
Do I have feelings for Jinx?
Dutch, Zane, and Sol have been teasing me about the anonymous poster since the day I signed up to her app. Now that I’ve met her in person, a lot of Jinx’s notes make sense.
J’s ability with technology gives her eyes and ears everywhere. She’s smart enough to wear different masks to disarm whoever’s in front of her—friend or foe. Her ability tomanipulate both computers and the human mind makes her a basket case.
But an interesting one.
It’s true that I don’t find her… unpleasant.
But not hating her anymore doesn’t mean I’m in love with her.
The romance books I’ve studied made it seem so obvious. Sweaty palms. Nervous laughter. Being unable to make eye contact. When a person has feelings for someone else, theyknow.
The screen on my dashboard lights up with a call from Dutch.
When I don’t answer, Zane sends a text.
ZANE:We’ll wait up for you, Finn. Let’s talk it out.
But I don’t feel like talking.
At least, not to them.
I start my car and drive in the opposite direction of home.
Chapter Thirty-Three
J
A soft rustling sound jolts me out of deep sleep.
My eyes burst open, and I see a shadow looming over my bed.
What the heck?
