How humiliating was this?
Chapter 58
Together, Jax and I stood on the darkened sidewalk, facing the spot where the carshould'vebeen. I muttered, "Well, hewashere."
The douchebag.
Beyond annoyed, I turned to Jax and said, "I supposeyou'rehappy."
He frowned. "Hell yeah."
Just great. Another mixed message.I glared up at him. "And what were you gonna do, anyway?"
"Depends on the guy."
That was hardly comforting. "You know you're acting crazy, right?"
His only reply was a long, drawn-out look, starting at the top of my messy hair and ending at the tips of my pink flip flops.
I didn't appreciate it one bit. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged. "What?"
"That look. It meant something."
"No kidding."
"Well?" I said. "What?"
"It means I'm not the only crazy one here."
"Aha!" I said. "So you admit you're acting crazy."
He shoved a hand through his hair and muttered, "Shit."
"And what doesthatmean?"
"It means," he said, "I've been crazy for a month."
That made me pause. "Really? Why?"
His gaze met mine, and something in his expression changed. "Youknowwhy."
As I stared up at him, I fought a sudden urge to smile.
It was stupid, really. My ride had just ditched me, and my dream-guy had just called me crazy – maybe not directly, but the implication had been clear enough.
Then again, Iwasdressed like a bag lady, which reminded me…"Oh, crap." I looked toward his house. "My bag."
"What bag?"
"The bag of clothes," I said. "I must've left it on your porch."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
"Because it means you'll be coming back."
