Game over, asshole.
Jett wasn’t one to play where she wasn’t welcome.
“Fine. I’ll see you in the morning,” he replied a little less forcibly, taking a few steps toward his bedroom. “I’d like to get out of here by eight.”
“I’ll set my alarm,” Jett told him, and when he was completely out of her way, she went inside her own room and shut her door behind her with a decisive click.
The minute she was alone, she began dressing.
Her hands shook and that pissed her off. How dare the arrogant man rock her world and then treat her like she’d somehow forced him into sexual servitude. How dare he raise her hopes of there being something between them, then shut it down almost before it had begun.
She didn’t need this crap.
Sitting on the edge of her bed once she had her clothes on, Jett bided her time, seething for the next hour until she was certain that the house was completely quiet. She cracked her door, glancing at Trask’s room, and when she saw no light underneath that indicated he was awake, she stepped out, go-bag in hand, and tiptoed down the hallway.
A few floor creaks had her pausing, but looking back over her shoulder, she didn’t see signs that she’d woken the beast.
Holding her breath, she made it downstairs and into the kitchen, where she picked up her coat and put it on. It was going to be damned cold out in the middle of the night, but there was nothing she could do about that.
She went out into the mudroom.
“Langly. Tinker. Up,” she beckoned softly.
Both her dogs stared dolefully up at her from their comfortable beds.
“Come on. We’re leaving,” she told them.
Reluctantly, the duo got up, and she retrieved their comfy puffs from the floor. “You can sleep on the flight home,” she told them.
Unlocking the door, she let herself and the dogs outside, then brought up her Uber app.
She’d thought it might be a really long wait, but luckily for her, there was a night-owl driver not too far away who agreed to drive her back to the airport, and they didn’t mind dogs.
Good.
Things were clearly working out just as they should.
Which probably meant she’d been barking up the wrong tree where employment with Diver Downeast was concerned. It had sounded like the perfect opportunity, but with Trask’s attitude, she wasn’t about to risk it.
She’d call the company’s main office once she got back to Portsmouth, and let Sheila, who she regretted not being able to meet, know that she’d changed her mind.
It would probably be a huge relief to Trask.
But screw him and whatever attitude he copped.
Jett hoped he got some shit from his brothers for scaring her away. It was the least he deserved for putting her on such an emotional rollercoaster.
The man was just too uptight for his own good.
Hugging her coat to her body, she watched her dogs do their business in the nearby bushes, then walked them to the end of the long driveway where she waited for her ride.
By the time the headlights made themselves known, Jett’s energy was flagging. She’d only been able to sustain her anger for just so long. And now everything that had happened to her over the past twelve hours or so was finally coming back to bite her.
She yawned widely as the car pulled up, then after getting herself and the dogs in and making small talk for a few minutes, she fell fast asleep.
“Hey. We’re here,”a voice said loudly, making her snuffle and sink further down into her…coat.
Ah, shit. Her coat.
