From his end of the phone, I heard Anna's voice somewhere in the background. I couldn’t make out what she was saying, but the voice alone was a grim reminder that things had become more complicated than I'd intended.
Abruptly, Flynn said, "Thanks, asshole." And with that, he hung up.
He was angry.
This wasn't a surprise.
I didn't blame him. But I was angry, too. I'd meant what I'd told him. When it came to Becka, he'd fallen short.
And if I were the kind of guy to keep score, I might've told him that none of this would've happened – including my sleeping with her – if only he'd done a better job of looking out for Becka on his own.
After all, that was the reason I'd brought her along in the first place.
But even as the thought crossed my mind, I realized the stupidity of my logic. If Flynn had done a better job, Becka wouldn't be here with me right now.
And Iwantedher with me.
As far as Flynn and Anna and everything else, well, I'd deal with that later. Now I had a warm bed and someone to get back to – someone who enchanted me in ways I hadn't thought possible.
Maybe I'd wake her. Or maybe I wouldn't.Either way, I wanted her back in my arms.
It was a nice thought. But it didn't happen. And why? It was because when I opened the bathroom door, I came face-to-face with Becka, looking decidedly less happy than she had last night.
Chapter 53
Becka
I glared up at him, wondering what on Earth was going on. He was still naked.Not me.On my way to the bathroom door, I'd grabbed the top sheet and wrapped it around me like a blanket.
But I still felt naked, and not in a good way.
I asked, "Who were you talking to?"
I knew the answer, but I still wanted to hear what he'd say.Would he lie to me? Or dodge the question entirely?He was good at that, as I'd seen so many times already.
He replied, "I think you know."
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"It's written all over your face."
Great.As usual, I was an open book. But Jack?Hewasn't an open book. He was the most complicated person I'd ever met. And he had more secrets than I cared to consider.
But his cell phone conversation? Thathadn'tbeen a secret.
I hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but his voice had carried through the bathroom door, waking me from a blissful slumber. And, after I'd realized exactly who he was talking to, I couldn’t simply lie in bed waiting for the damage to be done.
And therehadbeen damage, which meant that I had some serious fixing to do.
All that aside, I couldn't help but feel at least some embarrassment at being caught lurking outside the bathroom door. I explained, "I was just about to knock."
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure."
"But why knock when you can listen in?"
It sounded like an accusation, and I didn't like it. "So you don't believe me?"
