She gave a loose shrug. "Nothing. The job sucked anyway."
Yes. It had.
But Allie hadn't thought so, or at the very least, she'd been determined to stick it out, in spite of the fact that her boss was, in Allie's own words, a total monster.
But Allie handled monstrous people just fine. And she'd been planning to keep the job for at least a year, if only for her resume. This was in spite of the fact that the guy had her working nearly every day – and every evening, too, including weekends.
Hell,especiallyweekends.
I felt the color drain from face. "Don't tell me…." I tried not to cringe. "You were supposed to work today?"
"You know how that guy was." She gave a weak laugh. "I was supposed to workeveryday."
Now, I wanted to cry. "Oh, Allie. I'msosorry."
"Do you realize that's like the tenth time you've said that?"
"So what?" I said. "If I said it a hundred times, it still wouldn't make it right." As I spoke, I tallied up everything that this little adventure had cost her.
It was way too much, and that was assuming shewouldn’tbe arrested for grand theft auto.
Somehow, I had to make this right. And wringing my hands wouldn’t solve anything.
Right now, the most important thing was getting Allie a shower and fresh clothes, so we could leave right away. I'd do the driving so she could sleep. And then, back in Nashville, I'd get her job back somehow.
My mind was already whirling. Maybe I could talk to the producer and explain? If that didn't work, I could always beg.
Allie wouldneverbeg. And normally, I wouldn’t be so fond of the idea myself. But it was the least I could do, considering that it was me who'd gotten her fired.
But first things first. As Allie watched from the armchair, I dug through the stack of clothes that I'd borrowed from Jax. I pulled out a pair of shorts, a little yellow T-shirt, and more undergarments with the tags still attached.
I handed the items to Allie and hustled her toward the bathroom. And then, I left to give her some privacy.
Plus, I had something I had to do. While she showered, I hustled to thatotherbedroom – the one that Allie had ransacked earlier. I'd simply clean up the mess so we could be on our way.
Easy enough, right?
Not hardly.
Because when I walked in through the bedroom door, a certain someone was sitting in an armchair by the bed, waiting like he'd been expecting me all along.
It was Jax.
And from the look on his face, I had some serious explaining to do.
Chapter 29
I stopped to stare. He definitely didn't look happy.
I glanced around, taking in the scattered clothes and open dresser drawers. Hell, I'd be unhappy, too, if a total stranger had trashedmyplace, well, if I had a place, that is.
I tensed at a sudden realization. This might not be the only room she'd ransacked.Oh, God.What if there were a dozen rooms just like this, all torn apart by a pint-sized blond tornado?
I looked to Jax and said, "I'mreallysorry—"
"Stop."
I felt myself swallow. "Stop what?"
