“You don’t know that. Now, where is it?”
Knowing I was fighting a losing battle, I sent him off to find where I’d buried it. While he fussed, I stuck my head in the wardrobe and found a pair of black yoga pants and one of Luca’s shirts I’d borrowed; borrowed and had no intention of returning.
“You really need to update your passcode,” Jax told me, returning to my bedroom.
“Anything else I’ve done wrong lately?” I sassed, feeling attacked.
“Well let’s see, shall we?”
For the next ten minutes I had to listen to Jax read back the texts Luca and I had been exchanging, complete with commentary and impersonations. It was torturous, to say the least. I couldn’t help but cringe having my own words read back to me.
When he got to the end, Jax fell silent.
“I’m screwed.”
“Maybe not.”
“How the hell do you get ‘maybe not’? Did you just hear the same thing I did?”
“Look, I’ll admit it doesn’t look great. The fact that he read it…ah, an hour ago and hasn’t replied isn’t ideal, but, sweetheart, I don’t think all is lost. Not yet anyway.”
“Well, you’ve got more faith than I do,” I grumbled miserably, pulling out a pair of fluffy pink socks from the drawer and putting them on.
“I always do. Look, I’m starving. Let’s order Chinese and watch a movie.”
“Fine. But not some lame-arse love story.” I pouted. “And I want dim sims too.”
“Deal.”
After arguing for twenty minutes, I gave up and grabbed a handful of chips while Jax loaded the movie.
“Dinner’s on the way,” he reminded me.
“So?”
“You’re eating chips.”
“How very observant of you.”
“Elise! Stop trying to eat your feelings. Sit your arse down and watch the movie.”
Grabbing another handful of my favourite barbeque chips, I shoved the bag back in the cupboard before slumping into the couch, tucking my feet up under my bum.
“Are you going to sit there and pout all night?”
“Probably,” I admitted with a shrug.
“Great,” Jax replied with a smirk.
On the screen in front of me, the big-boobed blonde cried into her cocktail because the idiot in the suit didn’t show up. Damn Jax and his unhealthy addiction to romantic comedies. It was the last thing I wanted to watch right now. I wanted horror or action. Crash and bash and blood would fit my mood perfectly.
While she cried on screen, I felt my own eyes fill with tears. Stupid girly hormones.
The knock at the door startled me, and I jumped.
“Sit your weepy arse down. It’s just dinner. I got it.”
Jax chuckled as he headed over and opened the door, letting the delicious scent of deep-fried food drift in. “Actually, Elise, it’s for you,” Jax said, looking at me with seriousness written across his face.
