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“Of course I do but I have an opportunity here!”
“You never said you were interested in a career in PR! Not once!”
“I spend my life on social media, blogging, writing, this is just an extension of that.”
“A week ago, you said this was temporary! You can’t go!”
I stiffen as her eyes flash with a look I recognise, the memory of a similar argument pushing in, but this is different. This would be permanent.
“I can’t go?” she says, voice ice-cold.
“I don’t want you to! This would be over.”
“Oh, really? Thanks!”
“No, you said yourself you don’t do long-distance relationships.” I sit in the chair opposite and shove my feet into my combat boots. “By leaving, you’re telling us this is over.”
“I am not! Maybe with you, I’m willing to try!”
Standing again, I grab my phone. “Willing to try? Wow, thanks.”
“Where are you going?”
“Out!”
“Jax! Don’t be stupid. Let’s talk about this.”
“Later. I have to go. Rehearsing this afternoon.”
“Don’t expect me to come running after you!” she retorts. “You’re behaving like a spoilt kid!” I grunt in response, she’s probably right, but I don’t care. “Oh, right. So I expect you’re going to get drunk now? Your solution to everything!”
“So what if I am?”
Leaving a shocked Tegan half-naked on my bed, I walk away. Here I am, expecting a chance at a future from me and Tegan coming back together, and she doesn’t give a crap.
40
TEGAN
I cannot believe Jax is behaving like a spoilt toddler. Normal people have rational conversations; they discuss problems, instead of walking away to sulk. Or in Jax’s case, drink. Is he really so lost in his own importance that the minute something in his life doesn’t go the way he wants he pulls a stunt like this? Talk about extreme. Jesus.
I text him a couple of hours after his dummy spit in the hope he’ll lay off getting wasted until after he plays tonight. He doesn’t respond straightaway; and when he does, it’s via a terse text. Pissed off, I pack my gear and head from the hotel back to Bryn’s. Life with this man is one huge rollercoaster ride. We fall from the new heights we’re exploring, where nobody can touch us, back into uncontrolled emotions of a harsher kind.
An apologetic Jax calls me at work the next day and, in his usual style, he arrives five minutes later carrying lunch. His arrival causes a hormonal meltdown in the office. Since I’ve worked here, actor and musician clients come in and out of the building, but none has the effect of Jax Lewis.
The tall guy with his confident persona, oozing a sexuality that pulls the girls — and at least one guy — into his wake, approaches me. I’m used to seeing Jax in his natural environment, but here he’s an exotic creature on display. Judging by the expression on Claire’s face, he’ll be eaten alive if he stands still too long.
I’m with Julian, running through yesterday’s website traffic figures. He’s the design guru, and does an amazing job of putting my ideas into reality. Give the man a rough concept and he has a one of a kind design ready in hours. When Jax approaches me, he ignores Julian.
Jax’s fringe falls into his eyes, hiding his thoughts from me, as he passes a small plastic bag. “Brought you a sandwich.” His voice is stiff, as cold as when he left yesterday.
“Thanks.” I attempt to capture a smile from him but none comes, and he barely glances at me.
“Anywhere we can talk?” he asks.
“Conference room is free,” suggests Julian.
Jax fixes Julian with a disinterested look and runs his tongue along his teeth. “Thanks.”
