Again, she doesn't text back.
Me: So I can see you then?
Willow: Okay.
I sigh.
Me: Good. I'll let you know when I'm back.
Willow: Please be kind to yourself.
My heart soars. She's breaking down some of her walls, and it feels like old times.
Me: You can kiss me and make me feel better tonight.
Willow: Maybe if you're good.
Me: I'm always good.
Willow: That's debatable. Did you and Jagger make up?
My pulse shoots back to the sky.
Me: Not exactly.
Willow: I'll talk to him.
Me: Might be best to let him cool off a bit.
Willow: Did you two get physical?
Me: No. I promised you we would only talk.
Willow: You kept your word?
Me: Of course. When have I ever gone back on my word?
Nothing from her.
Me: Name one time.
Willow: Sorry. You're right. I was just worried.
Me: Don't be. I'll see you tonight.
Willow: Drive safe.
Me: Will do.
I shove my phone in my pocket and dip out into the bitter cold. I push against the wind as I make my way toward the main house. After a miserable walk, I jump in my truck and start the engine. I drive past the gates and carefully make my way to Jax's.
He steps out on the porch when I pull up in front of his place.
I turn off the engine and exit the vehicle.
"We don't have practice today," Jax states.
"I say we do," I assert, and limp toward the pole barn that houses the workout equipment.
