Then he just walks away.
I exhale a shaky breath. Bailey tugs on my arm.
“Come on, missy. Keep the line moving.”
Just like Jack, I do as she says, too, and sign, smile, and get through the day. Inside, my body is electrified.
I am a complete mess.
It isn’t until one in the morning that I am finally home. The drive was killer. I faceplant on my bed. I haven’t looked at my phone. Bailey almost got Jack out of my head. During the drive, she talked about dad nonstop. I don’t know why. Don’t care.
Because the encounter with Jack lingers.
I may be tired, but I can’t sleep without checking.
Jack Killborne:*picture of us*
My heart skips a beat, and I fail to suppress the explosion of butterflies within my body.
I am in so much trouble.
Chapter 13
Jack
It took two weeks before Noel would talk to me again. Two weeks of slammed doors and unanswered questions.
He used the center’s credit card to buy something at a jewelry store. He wouldn’t tell me what exactly. We’re on fragile ground. His court hearing is in two months, and I am unsure if I can keep him out of trouble.
So why did I risk everything to see Morgan?
I sulk. I know the answer:
Because every damn day I wake up and go to sleep thinking about her.
I could look over the religious thing for a hook-up, but the fact my brother is in love with her makes Morgan forbidden. It’s a betrayal to my own family. My own blood.
If only I found her first.
But I didn’t.
I’m not a caveman. She isn’t a possession to be traded, but there are unspoken rules about not fucking your brother’s love interest. Even if they’d never be together.
Oh well.
The sunrise streams through the blinds and dust floats in the air. I grab my phone from the nightstand. I check the text thread and exhale. Morgan didn’t re-block me.
Good, but she didn’t reply to my picture despite seeing it. That irritates me more than her blocking me ever did.
Where did the needy girl go? The one who wouldn’t go home and trembled when I touched her. I didn’t think I’d like a clingy woman. Now, I miss it. I spent one day with Morgan after the robbery, and it seems so long ago, but it left an impression on me I can’t shake.
I open her social media profile and thumb through her latest posts. If I see that rapist-fuck, I’m gonna lose my mind.
Good. My jaw unclenches. No posts with him. Just some shots of her at the book signing by herself.
My thumb itches to post our picture and tag her. Show the world a nonbeliever dare lay a finger on their saint. I resist. Noel would see it. He checks her page as often as I do.
Fuck, I wish she was here in my bed. The bed feels cold. I’d pull her over and climb between those warm thighs and...
