She shrugs. "How do I know? And I thought he wrote you off."
The silence of those behind us is deafening.
Shame fills me as I stare at her.
She softens but doesn't apologize. "You don't have any idea what he wants?"
"No." I shake my head.
"Well, this ought to be fun," she snarks, then retakes her seat at the table.
"If Jax wants to see you, it has to be good news," Jagger says, and I wish he'd shut up.
Everything he's saying today seems to irritate me, whether it's about his sister or my old coach. They're both sore spots, and his comments are just rubbing salt in my wounds.
Willow smirks. "Maybe Wyatt owes him money too, and he wants to collect."
I blurt out, "I told you I'd pay you back, and I will."
"Sure you will," she mutters.
"He will. Stop being nasty," Jagger scolds.
"Stay out of my business," Willow reprimands.
He replies, "Then get over yourself."
"Jagger…" I warn.
"Enough," Jacob interjects.
Everyone goes quiet.
"Finish breakfast," Jacob orders.
Within a few minutes, normal breakfast conversation resumes. We finish eating, but I'm not paying attention to what's going on around me.
The last time I saw Jax, he made it clear he never wanted to see me again. He's not the type to have a change of heart. So I'm not sure why he's insisting I go to his place.
And why does he want Willow to come?
I hold the dining room door open for Willow, teasing, "Didn't know you and Jax were buddy-buddy."
She turns a scathing look my way. "You've got a lot of nerve."
I chuckle. "I was just teasing. You don't have to get so upset."
"Just keep your comments to yourself, Wyatt." She pushes past me and into the foyer.
I follow her, put on my jacket, and step out into the cold, blistering air.
I pace near the porch. Jax is the last person I thought would be on that line. And I can't help but feel like I'm stepping into a trap.
Willow finally comes out, bundled up, and continues to ignore me. She trudges through the snow and over to an SUV.
I hold out my hand. "Give me the keys."
She scoffs. "No. I'm driving."
