We were standing very close, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fall into his arms or run in the opposite direction. "Nothing."
His gaze probed mine. "Tell me."
Isodidn't want to do this, to play the old, "nothing" game and make him guess over and over. But honestly, I wasn't sure that anythingwaswrong. I mean, I should be thankful, right?
In a way, I was.
And yet, this wasn't where I wanted my life to go. I didn't know how to explain or where to begin. But Ididknow that a parking lot –thisparking lot in particular – was no place for this discussion.
I sighed. "I don't want to talk about it, at least not here."
He looked at me for a long moment before saying, "Alright. You wanna grab dinner or something?"
Probably, this was the wrong question, because it only fueled my suspicions. I'd been scheduled to work until much later, but the restaurant had been slow, and like so many other nights, I'd been the one selected to leave early.
I stared up at Jax. "How'd you know I was leaving?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," I said, "I was supposed to work 'til ten."
"Yeah, so?"
"So it's not even eight."
"And…?"
"And you had my schedule," I said, "so why are you here?"
He frowned. "Am I not supposed to be?"
This should've been hilarious. I tried to laugh, but the sound came out wrong. "Sure you are. I mean, youdoown the place, right?"
At this, he grew very still. In a carefully neutral tone, he said, "Is that a problem?"
"Well, it would've been nice to know."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
"Because it's weird that I didn't."
"Not to me."
I made a sound of frustration. "But it's weird tome. The whole situation is. Doesn't that count for something?"
"You know it does."
"So….?"
"So maybe you were better off not knowing."
I made a scoffing sound. "Well, that's rich. So tell me, what else don't I know?"
As he gazed down at me, I could practically see the wheels turning. Probably, he was wondering exactly what I knew.
I knew a lot, but at that moment, I had to wonder, was there anything else?
There couldn’t be, right?
