“Jax, this is an emergency.”
Jax.
Huh. Only his friends call him that. So, at minimum, she’s in deep enough to drop the nickname.
I bite my tongue, turning my face toward the window.
“I left my lucky hair clip in your car the other day.”
Oh, perfect.
His girlfriend was just sitting in this very seat, apparently marking her territory with claw clips.
I glance down. Sure enough, nestled in the door’s compartment is a brown clip.
I pick it up and hand it to him.
No words. No eye contact.
I feel his gaze flick over to me, linger longer than it should.
“Who the fuck has aluckyhair clip?” he mutters.
“I do,” Eve snaps back. “And I need it for the auction tomorrow.”
Auction?
A chill prickles across my arms.
Auction.
For a second, my chest tightens—because that word hits too close to home. But the auction for our estate is still a week out.
Still… the way she says it. Like it’s important. Like she expects him to be there.
“I told you, I don’t go to the auction,” Jaxon says, completely unfazed.
Eve huffs. “Fine. I’ll swing by and pick it up.”
Wonderful.
She knows where he lives.
He’s definitely fucked her. Or is fucking her.
I cross my arms tighter and turn away from him completely. The countryside whips by, dark and blurred, but I can still feel his eyes on me in the reflection.
“Sure,” he says at last, and I canhearthe smirk in his voice. “Stop by whenever.”
They hang up and the silence stretches between us, brittle and heavy. He doesn’t say a word—but I can tell he’s waiting. Bracing to see if I’ll crack first and I do. I just can’t help it.
“Your girlfriend sounds very pretty.”
My voice betrays me. It cracks ongirlfriend, and I hate myself for it.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he says evenly. “Eve’s just a good friend.”
“Hm.”
