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“They’re with Jennifer. She’s helping them pack.”

“Is she coming with us too?”

“No. It’s just our family.”

“Caleb—”

An SUV pulled into the estate, bringing our attention over to the vehicle.

“Are you expecting someone?”

“No,” he responded.

For a second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I refused to believe what I was focused on, thinking my overly active imagination was stringing me along for some sort of ride for shits and giggles.

“Is that—”

For some reason, I glanced down at my phone which was on silent. I forgot to turn the sound back on this morning. It was then I noticed there were twelve missed calls from Sophie and fifteen text messages.

I opened one as we heard a car door open and then slam shut. There, clear across the screen on my cell phone in black, bold lettering.

She texted…

Jax knows.

Two words that had the power to end us before we even began.

Caleb followed my gaze on my phone, rasping, “Fuck,” when he read Sophie’s text message.

In less than a second, my worst nightmare played out in front of me like we were suddenly in a horror movie. With a wide, terrified expression, I locked eyes with the man we least expected.

As he viciously roared, “How long have you been lying to me?”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

—Evie—

Jax’s deadly stare went from my face to Caleb’s.

“You motherfucker!”

“Jax!” I shouted.

How was this happening?

It felt like I was in this alternate universe as he stomped over to Caleb. Thinking quick on my feet, I stood in front of him with my hands out in surrender, stopping him.

This wasn’t what I wanted.

It was far from it.

It was also the last thing we needed right now.

“It’s not what you think,” I instinctively coaxed.

“Not what I think? How about you tell me what I’m thinking, Evie?”

“I … I … I don’t know.”

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