I want to believe that but after what happened, I don't know if I can. What if the police show up again and take him away?
"Rumor, it's okay." Jackson nods at Brock. "Go back with him."
I walk over to Brock.
"Roman?" Brock says. "Will you be joining us?"
"I need to make some calls first, but yes, I'll be there."
"Excellent!" Brock says with way too much enthusiasm. He needs to tone it down. He's embarrassing himself with his desperate attempts to win over Roman.
When Brock and I get back to the house, Braden is coming down the stairs, shirtless and wearing black track pants.
"Where the hell were you?" he asks Brock. "I need to talk to you."
"Not now." Brock races past him down the hall. "I need to prepare before Roman gets here."
"Prepare for what?" Braden calls out as Brock goes in his office. The door shuts and Braden turns to me. "Is he talking about Roman Novak?"
"Yeah. He'll be here in a few minutes." I walk fast toward my room.
"Why the fuck is HE coming here?" Braden asks, catching up to me.
"Because your dad wants a part in his movie." I go in my room and try to shut the door but Braden is blocking it. "Move," I tell him.
"Shouldn't Roman be working on getting your little boyfriend out of jail?"
"He's already out. He'll be here in a few minutes."
"No fucking way!" Braden yells. "That asshole isn't coming in my house!"
"Talk to your dad. He invited him."
Braden storms off. I shut my door and lock it. I take a quick shower and get dressed. Just as I'm finishing up, I hear the doorbell ring.
I race out of my room to the front door. Brock is already there, a fake Hollywood smile plastered on his face.
"Welcome," he says, stepping aside to let Jackson and Roman in. Jackson is just wearing jeans and a t-shirt but looks so damn hot. He didn't take time to shave so his face is covered with stubble, which makes him look older.
"Ana is preparing a variety of items for breakfast," Brock says, "but if you have any special requests, please let me know."
"Just coffee for now," Roman says. "I have a splitting headache."
"Of course," Brock says. "Right this way."
They leave for the kitchen. Jackson and I stay behind.
He puts his arms around me. "Can we just skip breakfast and go to your room?"
"We could, but you should probably eat first. You really haven't eaten since Friday?"
"I couldn't. Being locked in jail and accused of murder takes away your appetite."
"We're going to get you out of this. I don't know how, but I'm not letting them take you."'
"I'm not letting them take you either. I can't believe they're involving you in this. I should've done what you said and changed the locks. That would've proved to the cops that Kristen and I were over."
"You still would've been a suspect. She was found near your house."
