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“Yours. You’ll need to give the number to whoever needs it, but it’s secure and untraceable, apart from with my team. It’ll also work everywhere.”
I turned it over in my hands. “Can I log in to my group chats on here?”
“Who are they with?”
I exhaled breezily. “Dozens of boys I’m flirting with.”
Jackson gave me a dark look.
I laughed and gave up the truth. “Work. My family and friends. My girls.”
I’d be lost without them. Earlier, there had been a long debate between Casey and Viola over the best ways to get pregnant, the other women chiming in with ideas and suggestions.
As the day went on, the ideas got smuttier.
I was learning so much.
Jackson nodded. “It’s fine. Even if you’re on social media, the phone won’t let anyone track ye.”
“Apart from you.”
He held my gaze for a moment then reached into the bag again. Next, he extracted a small box. “Your birthday jewellery.”
My pulse rate had picked up from his proximity, and I set my hand to my chest. “So sweet of you.”
Jackson snorted. “Sweet? I’m really not. If ye knew the thoughts I was having, you’d think anything but.”
I smirked, picking up the box and examining the metal bracelet inside. It was a fine chain with a tiny charm on it.
I picked it up and stared, my mouth open.
The silver charm was a fox. A tiny, curled-up version of the foxy jewellery holder I had on my bedside table.
“Did you pick this?” I asked.
Jackson inclined his head.
“Why that animal in particular?”
The faintest smudge of red appeared on his cheeks. “I had to pick something for the tracking device, and I once saw a fox figurine in your bedroom. From the doorway, I mean. I haven’t been snooping in there. It stuck in my mind. It suits ye.”
For some reason, my heart raced. I sat back, splaying the fine bracelet over my fingers, the curled-up fox held tight on the wire.
“I love it. I don’t think anyone has ever noticed that about me before.”
“That foxes are your thing? Bold, curious, pretty creatures?”
I hopped up and collected my notepad from the table. The pad I’d written my list in, but that page had been torn out and was safe in my bedroom. I showed Jackson the fox print cover.
It was an odd connection, but it had stayed with me regardless.
I couldn’t stop a fresh rush of feeling that he’d noticed.
“The figurine in my bedroom was from my mom,” I explained. “It had been her mother’s, and after she left, I asked my father if there was anything of hers I could keep, like jewellery. He said no, but I found this. I don’t know why I wanted it or kept it. I don’t want memories of her.”
I trailed off, still staring at the sleeping fox.
I loved it. It meant something, and I wasn’t sure what.
