A laugh bursts out of me.
“What?” she says, giving me a little shove. “He is!”
“Yeah,” I say with a nod. “He is hot. Andreallynice.”
“I forgot you like the crazy ones,” she says. “Are we going to talk about that? What the hell is going on?”
Before Sam left, I asked him if he could send me the SD cards. He had them in a little baggie in his pocket and handed them over. I was so worried that he could see Shadow breaking in and then think differently of me. There’s no doubt he would. Who wouldn’t? That was such a messed up thing that I did… it wasn’t my home to do that in, but I was not in my right mind either. I messed up, I accept it. I’m just really glad he doesn’t know and I can keep it from him forever.
He did make me promise to be careful with them and not destroy them because he hasn’t decided if he is going to the cops or not.
As calmly as I could, I told him that would be unwise. I have no idea what Jaxon is capable of, and I don’t need him hurting Sam over this. Thankfully, Sam was okay with it for now but it doesn’t mean he will be in the future. He could change his mind, and he has the right… I just hope he doesn’t. The easier this can all be, the better.
“I think Jaxon is still hanging around.”
“Yeah, no shit. Don’t you think this has gone a little far?” Amelia asks.
“Aren’t you the one who was pushing me to be with him?”
“Yeah, when you said this was consensual. Drugging Sam, though? Sailor, how do you know he hasn’t done that to you?”
I stare down at my hands.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but I just know.”
“That’s not good enough for me.”
“He wouldn’t do something I didn’t consent to.”
“Sam didn’t consent to it.”
“Sam isn’t me,” I say firmly.
The look she gives me is sympathetic… like I’m crazy and she feels bad for me. This is not what I want from her.
“Should I call him?” I ask.
“And say what?”
I shrug, shaking my head. “I’m not sure. Maybe ask for answers?”
“I’m worried about you,” she says.
“Please, don’t be.” I grab the remote and scroll through the channels to keep busy. “Don’t let this change anything.”
She sighs. “I want to believe you, but this is all a little crazy.”
“I know that. I just need some time to figure this all out.” I click on a channel, but have no idea what it is. Then I glance at the small bag of SD cards on the coffee table.
I have to watch them. I have to know…
“If you say so.” She yawns.
“Are you ready for bed?” I ask in a voice you’d talk to a baby in.
She swats me, then sticks her tongue out at me. “No, I’m fine. I am not cutting girls night short forsleep.”
Amelia takes the remote from me and finds a movie for us to watch—a sappy rom-com.
