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Now, I lookedherup and down. "Good thing you're hiding your light under a bushel."

She looked around. "What bushel?"

I tried again. "I'm just saying, if he truly had something against pretty girls, you wouldn't be dressed so…"How to put this?

She smiled. "Slutty?"

"Um…"

"That's on purpose," she said. "I'm not going forJaxanymore."

"Oh?"

"Oh yeah. He's a lost cause. I'm going for Jaden. He likes 'em slutty."

Good grief.

I was still debating what to say in response when a familiar sports car pulled into the drive. It was the same car Jax had been driving during our date last night.

And yet, I wasn't positive it was him. After all, the brothers did have a history of borrowing each other's vehicles.

I held my breath as I stared at the car. Who would be getting out?

Jax? Or Jaden?

Turns out, it was both.

Chapter 56

I was already on my feet, and so was Morgan. But whereshescampered forward, I stood still, watching awkwardly as both guys stopped to stare – not at Morgan, but at me.

It was easy to guess whatJadenwas thinking, because it was written all over his face.What the hell is that psycho on the steps wearing?

As for Jax, his gaze was guarded, like he wasn't quite sure what he was seeing at his own front door. But then, a split-second later, he was striding forward, even as Morgan, with a happy squeal, launched herself into Jaden's arms.

Whether his arms closed around her or not, I couldn't say, because already, I'd returned my full attention to Jax, who, with long, steady strides, was rapidly closing the distance between us.

Soon, he was up the steps and at my side. In a low voice, he asked, "You okay?"

Heat flooded my face. "Of course, I’m okay."

He looked down at my clothes, and his eyebrows furrowed. "You sure?"

Damn it.None of this was going how I envisioned. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just, I dunno…"How to put this?

With obvious concern, he studied my face. "Tell me."

Crap. I hated this.I hadn't come to make him concerned. I'd come to make a point – and to get some answers. I sighed. "We need to talk."

He frowned. "About what?"

Good Lord, did Ireallyneed to explain? Even if Ihadn'theard about that stupid ski mask, I'd surely havesomethingto say about how our date ended last night.

But just like always, everything was so terribly complicated because I owed him. Even now, he was paying for my mom's hotel room. With an effort, I reminded myself that no such room would be needed if it weren't for that masked mugging.

And I wasn't naive. This was Florida, not Alaska. The weather was hot and humid. No one needed a ski mask – not for anything good. And just how many people in the city owned ski gear at all?

Nearly none. I'd bet my life on it.