Okay, maybe it was a snotty thing to say, but his eyes weren't just amazingly blue. They were so sharp, they made me feel like he could see straight into my brain.
I should've looked away, but my own eyes refused to cooperate. Under my breath, I mumbled, "I'm just saying, it's notyourhouse either."
Next to him, Imogen gave a little huff. "Speaking of houses, are you going to be leavingthisone any time soon?"
Well, that was nice.
But whatever.I wasn't here to see her goodies, or even Jack Ward's amazing abs. I was here to see Flynn Archer, my future brother-in-law.
I was in a tiny bit of trouble, and he was the closest thing I had to family, at least nearby.
Pathetic, I know.
Ignoring her question, I looked to Jack and said, "So where's Flynn?"
"Out."
I glanced toward the rear of the house. "You mean he's hiking out back?"
"No."
I hesitated. "So…is he running an errand or something?"
"No," he repeated.
I made a sound of frustration. "So, where is he? Iknowhe's in town."
Jack's eyebrows lifted. "You sure about that?"
"Definitely," I said. "My sister told me so."
"When?"
I recalled our recent phone call. "Maybe an hour ago."
"Yeah, well, maybe your information's outdated."
I gave a confused shake of my head. "What doesthatmean?"
Jack studied my face. "So, are you gonna answer my question or not?"
"What question?"
"Why are you here?"
Next to him, Imogen chimed in, "Andwhenare you leaving?"
Slowly, he turned to face her. In a surprisingly calm voice, he said, "Zip it."
She blinked. "What?"
"Zip it," he repeated. "Or leave. Your choice."
She glanced down. "But I’m not even dressed."
He gave her clothes – or lack thereof – a dismissive look. "That's your problem. Not mine."
His words were so cold, I stifled a shiver. With growing unease, I said, "All right, just tell me one thing. When will Flynn be back?"
