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Well…she brought it up.
“Are you sure, Maddie?”
She frowns. “Not really. I’m not sure of anything right now. Maybe I should ask Rory and Jesse.”
And as if Maddie’s voice conjured him out of thin air, Jesse walks into the restaurant. His gaze locks with mine.
“There he is,” I say to Maddie.
“Jesse!” She waves at him.
He shakes his head, walks by us and out of the restaurant.
And most likely…out of my life.
Chapter Five
Jesse
I don’t like ignoring my sister the way I just did, but I can’t be distracted by her or Brianna Steel right now. Brock and Rory—along with Jett Draconis—are waiting for me in Jett’s suite. I had to walk through the breakfast area to get to the elevators.
Well, I didn’t have to. It was a shortcut. Had I known my sister and Brianna were still sitting in there, I would have taken the long way around.
But I’m in a hurry.
I can’t keep Jett waiting. We’ve already screwed up enough.
I take the elevator to the top floor of the hotel and walk to Jett’s suite.
I draw a breath and knock.
Jett himself opens the door.
“Hey, Jesse.”
I open my mouth, but then I don’t know what to say. Do I apologize profusely for screwing this whole thing up? I mean, it wasn’t me. It was Dragon, though most likely through no fault of his own.
Unless you count the fact that he went to bed with two women when he had no clue who they were. Then yes, it was his fault.
Jett’s wife, Heather, along with Brock and Rory, are sitting in the living area. Their suite makes Brock and Rory’s look like a slum, but that’s the last time I consider the immense size.
“Hey, Jess,” Rory says.
“Come on in,” Jett says. He gestures to the living area. “Have a seat.”
I take an unoccupied chair. Heather sits on a love seat, and Rory and Brock sit side by side on the sofa, holding hands.
“How’s Dragon?” Brock asks.
“He should recover. We don’t know yet what he ingested, but his toxicology was positive.”
“How do they know it was positive if they don’t know what he ingested?” Brock asks.
“I don’t know, man.” I rub my hand over my hair, rise, pace a few steps. “It’s the way they do it over here or something. Or the way they do it everywhere, for all I know.”
“Brock…” From Rory.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I wish I had more information. All I know is they pumped his stomach, and according to his doctor, he will recover. He was still asleep when I left. I haven’t been able to talk to him.”
