He gives me a kiss. “Not since meeting this hot girl from New York who stumbled into my life and made me forget all about other women.”
“Yeah, right.” I smile as I put my seatbelt on. “Like you never look at other girls?”
“I may see them but I’m not looking at them. My mind keeps thinking of you. Wanting to see you again.” His hand moves down my leg. “Touch you.” He leans toward me, pushing me against the seat. “Kiss you.”
He kisses me, and I want him so bad I can’t stand it. Coming that close and then not getting it? Pure torture.
I push him back. “You sure you don’t have a condom hidden somewhere else?”
“If I do, it’s too old to use. We could go get one and come back.”
“I can’t be gone that long. I’m sure Brock’s already pissed that I left. I swear he wants to keep me a prisoner at the house.” I sit up straight as an idea hits me. “What if it’s because of my dad?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What if my dad is here in town somewhere and Brock doesn’t want me running into him?”
“Your dad could just go to the house and see you.”
“Yeah.” I let out a breath. “You’re right. Never mind.”
“Rumor, I’m serious about finding your dad. I’ll do whatever it takes if you really want to track him down.”
“I do.”
“Then I say we start by going to his apartment. You know where he lives, right?”
“I have his address, but he could’ve moved.”
“We’ll start with what you have and go from there. I could ask my dad to find out who Devon’s agent is and give him a call. See if he’s heard from him.”
“You said you don’t talk to your dad.”
“I will if I have to. If that’s what I need to do to find your dad.”
I smile at Jackson, thinking that maybe I really do love him. Nobody else would do this for me. Nobody else would care. Jackson has cared about me since the day we met. My heart was falling for him back then, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t. I didn’t trust it.
I’m still afraid to listen to my heart after it betrayed me with Axl. But maybe it’s right this time. Maybe this time I’ve found someone I love who loves me back.
Please, heart. Please don’t betray me again.
Chapter 14
When I get back to the house, Trystan is gone, and Braden and Brock are still in his office. I go to the kitchen and see my note is still there. Brock probably didn’t even see it.
Back in my room, I attempt to do my homework but end up falling asleep, not waking up until later that night when I hear Brock at my door.
“Rumor, are you awake?”
“Yeah,” I say, gathering my books around me so it looks like I was studying.
Brock walks in, exhaustion covering his usually perfect face, and his hair looking like he ran his hands through it over and over.
“What do you need?” I ask.
He comes over to my bed, sitting across from me. “I just want to make it clear that you are not to discuss anything to anyone regarding this issue with Braden.”
“You mean the police thinking he killed Andrea,” I say to see how he’ll respond.
