Irritation fills me. "What do you want?"
"Seems to me that you don't have a lot of options right now. We'll talk when you get here."
Confused, angry, and curious, I close my eyes and grit my teeth, hating that he's right.
What does the old man want?
"I'll see you in an hour," he says, and hangs up before I can say anything else.
Frustration coils in my gut. I hang up the phone, take a moment to collect myself, and then turn.
Jagger asks, "Who was that?"
The saliva in my mouth evaporates, and the sour taste intensifies. "Jax."
Jagger arches his eyebrows. He's the only one who knows the full story about what happened between Jax and me. He asks, "Really?"
I nod. "Yes."
The phone rings again. I reach for it. "Cartwrights."
"Need to talk to Willow," Jax demands.
My eyelids instantly lower to slits. "What for?"
He asserts, "It's none of your business, son."
I anxiously glance at Willow, then say to her, "Jax wants to talk to you."
She's surprised at that, but she stands and steps toward me. She avoids my gaze and takes the phone from me. In a sweet voice, she answers, "This is Willow."
I stare at her.
She pretends not to notice me, but a flush rises in her cheeks. She listens and then questions uncomfortably, "What do you mean?"
What does he want with her?I wonder.
She glances at me uneasily and states, "I'd rather not."
Though the way she's looking at me isn't positive, just having her attention on me causes a new round of chaos in my pants.
Her expression turns hard, and her tone matches it when she says, "Not to be disrespectful, but that's a bad idea, Jax."
What is?
I pin a questioning look on her.
She glares harder at me and then turns toward the wall, shaking her head. She must cave to his request because she sighs and tells him, "Okay, I'll see you in an hour."
A spark of hope lights in me, but I don't know why.
Willow hangs up but doesn't move for a moment, releasing a deep breath.
A little too eager, I question, "Are you coming with me?"
Exasperated, she answers, "Yeah, apparently I am."
I attempt to hide my excitement as I ask, "What does he want?"
