“Positive. Unless they’ve ditched that phone and are using a new one, they’re still at least ten hours away.”
I blow out a breath and look up at the ceiling. “Could’ve been nothing then.”
“Or it could’ve been someone they hired to keep an eye on her,” Dylan counters. “Just keep your eyes peeled.”
“Will do.”
“Hey, Sasha.” The sudden shift in his tone makes my eye twitch—it’s the same edge he gets when he’s about to flirt. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Hi, Dylan,” she grins, glancing at me with eyebrows raised.
“Damn. Didn’t think your voice would be even sexier than you are.”
Sasha’s lips twitch, fighting a smile when I shoot a glare at the phone. “Um, thanks?”
“Any time, gorgeous. Maybe when this is all over, I could show you a few of my skills. I’m very good with my hands. Just imagine what fingers that type eighty words per minute can do to yo?—”
That’s it.
Taking the phone off speaker, I hold up a finger and walk out into the hall.
“That’s enough,” I growl. “Back the fuck off.”
Dylan just laughs.Smug bastard. “Woah. You’re down bad, aren’t you? I haven’t heard you this possessive since one of the girls you were fucking in college tried to steal your sketchbook.”
“I’m not possessive, you dick,” I whisper-hiss. “I’m trying to keep her up to date and calm about this, and you’re flirting with her.”
“Sure, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“How about you go back to doing what you’re supposed to be doing, and let me take care of things on my end,” I huff into the phone.
Dylan chuckles. “I was just giving you shit, my friend. And based on your reaction? I was right. You are so down ba?—”
I hang up.
thirty-seven
I don’t thinkJax realizes, but I can still hear him out in the hall, growling at his friend.
To be honest, I’m surprised he didn’t joke about me sleeping in his bedroom with him. Sure, I’m nervous about staying here and what this could mean. But based on the tone of his voice, he sounds… jealous.
It doesn’t mean anything. Jax is just trying to protect you,I chastise myself.
Sleeping down the hall is going to be torture. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stick to the rule we made. I mean, what am I gonna to do, booty text him from my room if I get horny?
Huh. Doesn’t sound like abadidea.
Ending the call, he steps back into the room. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“It’s fine. Dylan sounds… fun.”
Jax closes his eyes, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. “Right. I don’t think ‘fun’ is the word I’d go for,” he says, shaking his head. “More like a pain in my ass.”
I can’t help but laugh. The way he’s looking at me with hisjaw clenched and his eyes slightly narrowed tells me Dylan’s flirting struck a nerve.
“So, what are your plans for today?” I ask as I walk around the room, admiring the detailed sketches pinned to the wall. “I need to head back to Summit later.”
“I’ve got appointments until six,” he says, checking his watch. “But I can drop you off and pick you up after.”
