I scrunch my eyes as realization dawns on me. “I don’t have his number.”
“I may have asked Carter for it earlier and put it in your phone. I was going to share your location with him if this hiding nonsense went on too much longer.”
Scowling at her, I say, “I take back anything nice I said about you.” I consider the rest of what she told me. “Carter just willingly gave you one of his famous clients’ phone numbers?” I ask. “He should consider a different career. Definitely not going to make it in the security industry if this is the nonsense he pulls.”
“Apparently, Jaxon asked both him and Kelsey to give you his number a few times now, but they’ve refused.”
“That was…nice of them,” I say. “Not of you, though. This feels like you’ve been planning this.”
“Maybe,” Becca says. “But shouldn’t your best friend being in support of this plan make you feel more certain about it?”
“Maybe. Fine.” Shooting a glare at my current best friend, I type out a single text.
Me
I accept your offer, but I have terms of my own.
Just the one. Not the…other one.
The message has barely been sent when my phone vibrates with a reply.
Jaxon
I accept.
Becca looks over my shoulder and laughs. “Wow, I’m so surprised.”
“Your sarcasm is not needed here. I’m already regretting this and fully blame you.”
Becca shrugs as she tosses a piece of grass into the fire. “I stand by the fact that this is a good idea.”
Huffing, I send another message.
Me
You can’t accept until you know the offer.
Jaxon
Fine. Tell me your offer.
But just know, whatever it is, I accept.
Chapter seventeen
Jaxon
Istaredownatthe phone, trying to comprehend what just happened. I can’t believe Izzy is taking me up on my fake-dating offer.
Also trying hard to ignore the disappointment pulsing through me at the fact that she explicitly isn’t taking me up on my secondary offer. The one that I’ve thought about…a lot since I made it.
I can’t believe that—that…shit, that was Izzy, wasn’t it?
Knowing I’m going to spiral until I have a definite answer, despite having no idea who else would be texting me about an offer, I pull up Carter’s number and hit the green button to call him.
“Everything all right?” Carter asks when he answers.
Wherever he is, it sounds fun. Lots of voices yelling something about…streaking?
