“What project are you working on now?” I ask.
“Just my podcast. Easy to do that virtually from here.” His voice is getting huskier. Maybe dreamier.
Or maybe that’s my ears settling deeper and deeper into that state between awake and asleep.
“Nothing else? No movies?”
“Couple options. I mean, beyond starring in a biopic about an online adult entertainment star. Want to hear about them?” he asks.
“Mm-hm.”
I don’t hear another word he says.
But I feel his voice wrapping around me like a solid, safe hug.
The same way it did in Fiji.
I think I’m in trouble.
25
Jonas
There arethree things I know for certain today.
One, it’s a bad sign when a guy’s baby mama orders him to go away for a couple days.
Two, while I haven’t camped like thisever, I have enough instincts to know I’m supposed to trust the people I’m camping with.
And three, I don’t trust Theo and Grey.
I know they have Emma’s best interests at heart, but I don’t know how much trouble that means they’ll give me.
Doubting Theo is a given.
Don’t get me wrong. I respect the hell out of how much he cares about his sister. But I’m the dude who slept with her, disappeared, and didn’t give her any easy way of contacting me to tell me our night together had unintended results.
I get it.
He shouldn’t give me an inch. I need to earn this.
Grey, though—it’s the nice ones you have to be wary of.
The ones you least expect of being ready to pounce when you show weakness.
Like now.
“Grabbed you some gear,” Grey says when I meet them at Theo’s place. They’re loading an older model extended cab truck with bags and coolers.
“Appreciate that. What do I owe you?”
He grins.
Theo grins.
I’m fucked.
“It’s on us,” Theo says.
