When I get back to the car, Jax and Zephyr are staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“What the fuck did you just do?” Zephyr asks.
“What the fuck’s going on in there, Cal?” Jax snaps. God, he’s always so on edge.
I lean forward with a grin. “I just walked in on a girl’s game night. They had the TV on, smelled like popcorn. Tiger was looking cute per usual, and she has some cute friends.”
Zephyr stares at me. “What the fuck?”
“Yeah,” I say, leaning back. “I guess her daddy isn’t all bad.”
Jax grabs his car door handle.
Zephyr locks it immediately. “Jax.”
“Her dad’s not home,” Jax says.
“There are cameras,” I confirm. At the mention of this plan a few days ago, I was supposed to steer clear of the cameras and sneak to her bedroom window.
Jax slams his hand against the steering wheel.
“I’m going to text Madison,” I say.
“Who the fuck is Madison?” Jax snaps.
Callum: Figure something out with the kid so Tiger can meet me outside.
Madison: Okay.
I smirk. “I got it, boys.”
Jax scoffs. “You got what?”
Zephyr shakes his head. “So cocky all the fucking time. Just like with Rowan. You wonder why he’s always up your ass.”
I laugh. “Heard he is gay.”
Jax scoffs. “No, you fucking didn’t.”
I laugh again.
Then silence.
Five minutes pass. Maybe ten.
“Yeah, you’re full of shit, Brixton,” Zephyr mutters.
He spoke too soon.
Tiger’s walking out with Madison and another girl.
I grip Zephyr’s shoulder. “Told you.”
Jax and Zephyr race out of the car. Tiger looks intimidated when she sees them step onto the sidewalk.
I step out behind them, taking my time.
“Thanks, Maddie,” I call out.
