She gave me a smug smile. "It'ssupposedto look like that."
I hesitated. "Actually, I don’t think so."
Finally, she looked down. "Oh."
I hadn't been kidding. While striding along, her shirt had hiked up on the left side, exposing a lot more than she probably intended.
As she yanked the shirt back in place, I looked toward the house and tried to think.What now?
Morgan said, "He's not home, you know."
Obviously, she meant Jax, but I'd be a fool to believe her. "I'll check for myself, thanks."
"Check all you want," she said, "but no one's gonna answer the door."
"Fine. In that case, I'll leave a note."
It was a stupid thing to say. I had no pen. I had no paper. Mostly, I was just stalling in hopes that she'd just leave already.
But she didn't.
Instead, when I sidestepped around her, she turned and followed after me as I headed toward the front door. When I reached it, she was still on my heels, even as I rang the bell.
From behind me, she said, "I already told you, he's not home."
I ignored her and rang the bell again.
No one answered.
Morgan said, "Told ya." She edged closer until she was standing right beside me. She was so close, I could smell her perfume – something floral with a hint of musk.
I gave her an irritated glance. The way it looked, she wasn't going anywhere.
Well, this was just great.
How humiliating was this? Let's say Jax pulled up right now. What would he see? Not just one girl, buttwo.
One of those girls looked like sex on the beach.
And then there was me.
What didIlook like?Diving in dumpsters?
Probably.
While getting ready, I'd been in the worst mood, especially after pretending for so many hours that everything was fine. I hadn'tplannedto dress like this, not at first. But then, I'd been so exasperated – not only by the thing with the ski mask, but also because of Jax's odd comment from the previous night.
Too fucking beautiful?
Seriously?
Oh, I'd show him beautiful alright. And maybe, if I goaded him, he'd tell me exactly what he meant –afterI confronted him about that robbery.
I needed an explanation, but not in front an audience. I looked to Morgan and said, "Don't you have someplace to be?"
"Sure." She smiled. "And I'm already here."
Yes. She was.
