He sets the popcorn down on the coffee table and pulls me onto his lap. With my back against his chest, he wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder. I lean my face close to his, brushing my cheek against his whiskers.
“I’ve missed you, Jenny.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“Please don’t ever leave me again,” he whispers.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jesse
My husband and I stare at each other. “You’re not going to tell me what the letter says?” he asks.
“No.”
His eyebrow slowly rises. “I could take it from you.”
“You could but you won’t.”
The way his lip curls makes my blood warm. I love sparring with him, but I can see the hurt behind his demand. He still hasn’t received anything from his sister.
“I can tell you what it says,” I offer.
“Why can’t I read it for myself?”
“It has woman stuff in there, and you hate that kind of thing.”
“Fine. Give me the gist and leave out all the girly shit.” He drops to the bed beside me.
“She wants me to help Jenny leave her house.”
“She’s already left at least once. That shouldn’t be too hard. What else does it say?”
“That’s it, really.”
He narrows his eyes and drops his hand across my throat. “What else?”
I roll my eyes. “She wants me to talk to her about what happened to her.”
His hand leaves my neck instantly, and he sits up.
That’s what I thought.
“Do you want me to give you a ride up there?” he asks, going back to hanging his clothes in the closet. I should be doing the same. We’re still unpacking. Moving sucks.
“Naw, I’ll be fine.”
He pauses what he’s doing to look over his shoulder at me. Again, my eyes lull around in my head. The man is impossible. “Yeah, sure. I would love a ride.”
“When are we going?”
I sigh. “I don’t know. I kind of want to talk to Raffe first.”
“Why would you need to do that?”
“To make sure he’s okay with it.”
“I went to see Jenny, and I sure as hell didn’t ask him for permission. He’s not going to care. You know he himself is up there right now.”
