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“Yeah, yeah.” My eyes stay glued to the little bird as he chuckles again and squeezes my ass, before heading off into the bedroom with his mug.
I know he’s gone to look out the window again to see if Jasmin’s here yet. She never came back to the office yesterday. Instead, she texted Dax and told him the meeting ran over. I know he wants to speak to her, and that he’s just being a concerned brother. Brett would be the same if he thought I was keeping a guy a secret from him for some reason.
I don’t understand why he’s so worried. Jasmin is headstrong and able to spot a jerk a mile off. Maybe she just likes the simplicity of keeping her relationships private. Whoever this Alistair is, I’m sure he’s a great guy if Jasmin likes him.
I drop down onto the sofa as my messages filter through.
More from Casey.
I can’t bring myself to read them. Not right now. Ever since seeing her in New York, I’ve struggled to get the look of pain in her eyes as I screamed at her out of my head. She hurt me. I don’t even know where to go from here.
I thought the pain of her deceit and lies was the worst.
But ever since we came back, another pain has been growing slowly. And now it’s the bigger of the two.
It keeps me awake at night sometimes. Long after Dax has fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around me. It squeezes at my chest, like a vise around my heart.
The pain of missing her.
I drop my head into my hands and sit in silence for a while. Content to not think about anything other than the gentle hum of the coffee machine rinsing itself before it switches off.
Dax hasn’t come back yet. He’ll be standing at that window waiting for Jasmin.
A loud bang comes from inside the bedroom.
“Dax?” I jump up and race inside.
Dax is standing staring out of the window, his chest expanding with shaking breaths.
“What’s going on? What was that bang?”
He looks over his shoulder with darkened eyes at me, and that’s when the dent in the wall next to the window comes into view.
The walls in the estate’s main house are thick and solid.
Yet he still managed to dent it.
“What happened?” I run over to him and inspect his hand as he glares out of the window, his gaze pinned on the driveway. He lets me turn his hand over in mine. But other than his skin feeling hot and being red, it’s fine. He must have hit the wall with the side of his fist.
He’s gripping his phone in his other hand, a message still displayed on the screen.
“Dax?”
His nostrils flare and he spins in a rush, stalking from the room.
One of the fleet cars is making its way up the driveway.
Jasmin.
“Dax?” I race after him, out of the apartment and down the main stairs. All that’s left in his wake is the lingering scent of his aftershave in the air. There’s no sign of him. “Dax?” I call again, reaching the bottom of the stairs where the main door is wide open.
I sprint outside.
He’s there, toe to toe with Jasmin at the side of her car, his face murderous.
“How fucking long?” he hisses as I reach them.
Jasmin’s eyes are glassy and wild.
