“Looking forward to it,” I admitted. I may have been beyond nervous, but it wasn’t enough to make me cancel.
“Night. Don’t stay up too late.”
Luca hung up, leaving me standing in the middle of the lounge room staring at my phone, waving around the feather duster.
“Do I even want to know?” Jax asked as he barrelled through the door in true Jax fashion.
“Bite me,” I replied, poking my tongue at him.
“I would, but I don’t know where you’ve been!”
“You’re a bitch!”
“Yep. And you love me anyway.”
While Jaxson set a couple of bottles of wine on the bench, I put away the duster and washed up. Waiting for Dana, we chatted about absolutely nothing at all. I could see how badly Jax wanted to interrogate me, but he was holding back. Part of me wanted Dana to take her time, just so I could watch Jax squirm, but another part of me was kind of worried the longer he held back, the closer he was to bursting.
Dana was my best girlfriend. She was the best friend a girl could ask for. We’d known each other since kindergarten when a fight over a purple crayon ended up in hair pulling and name calling. More than twenty years later, we were still causing trouble whenever we could, and if cocktails were included, then I couldn’t be held responsible.
I heard my phone chirp with a text, and before I could grab it, Jax pounced.
Dana: Leaving now. Start cooking, I’m starving
“I’m replying for you.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
I watched as Jax punched in my pin code, making a mental note to change that as soon as he left, before he started typing. Reading aloud as he went.
Elise: Hurry up, skank
“You didn’t actually write that, did you?” I asked Jax, knowing full well it’s exactly what he would’ve written.
“Hell yeah! I need her to hurry the hell up so I can find out what’s up with you and your hunk of spunk.”
“He’s not mine,” I grumbled.
“Yeah right. Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”
Instead of arguing, I focused on cracking eggs into the bowl and got dinner happening. Shaking my head, I started cackling like a hyena.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Jax asked as he poured me a glass of white.
“We’re three successful, independent adults and we’re having scrambled eggs for dinner,” I managed to get out before snorting.
“Hey, little miss judgey! We’re having wine.”
“And that makes it better?”
“Ah, yeah. Wine makes everything better.”
After popping a couple of slices of bread in the toaster, I poured the egg mixture into the frypan, hearing the instant sizzle. Jax sat at the bench watching me move around the kitchen, sipping his wine and babbling about this guy he’d met at the gym. Apparently, the gym was now his favourite go-to place for eye candy, which was hilarious because I was pretty sure Jax was actually allergic to sweat.
Just as I was spooning eggs onto plates, Dana burst through the door looking completely frazzled. “I’m here. What’d I miss?”
“Did you get dressed in the dark?” Jax replied, not missing a beat.
