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“Okay? Let’s get that table cleaned up, and then I’ll put film and locks on your windows.”
He flushed all the powder they found, and Teagan cleaned the entire coffee table from top to bottom. Her hardwood floor, she squeegeed and tossed all the towels and everything into a bag for disposal later.
Meanwhile, she heard Jaxon thumping around in her bedroom, and followed the sound to find him moving her desk from the window and installing new locks on the window frame. He pressed the film onto the glass and brought the shade back down, turning around and jumping when he saw her.
“Sorry,” she murmured, apologizing as he scooted her desk back to the window.
“How many other windows?” he asked, pretending she hadn’t scared him.
“One in the bathroom and one in the kitchen, one in the dining area and two big ones in the living room.”
“Alright, let’s go, then.”
He went into the bathroom first, installing a lock on the frosted window over the commode and applying the film the same way as he had in her bedroom. He stopped after he’d finished, however, placing the leftover film on the counter as he started moving the things she stacked on the lid of her toilet tank.
“What are you doing?” she asked, alarmed as he took the lid off.
“Just checking something. Back when I was… you know… he used to do this as an insurance policy.”
“Do what?” she asked, almost scared to hear his response.
Jaxon reached into the back of her toilet and emerged with his hand dripping and a small bag dangling from his hand. He pressed his lips together and nodded down to the tank lid. “Could you move that, please?”
“What is that?” she asked fearfully.
“More of his stash. He liked to ensure that whoever ratted him out would get the same charges as he would.” He ripped the baggie open over the toilet and flushed all of it down.
Then he walked to the sink to wash his hands. Teagan was standing there, holding the back of her toilet tank and watching as more cocaine swirled around her toilet bowl, finally disappearing down the drain.
“Put that back and wipe everything down with that cleaner you used in the living room,” Jaxon instructed. “I’ll get started in the dining area.”
She did as he directed, and washed her hands, only to meander back out to where he was. He’d finished in the dining room and moved on to the kitchen.
The kitchen window was the one Eric and his two accomplices used to escape, apparently, judging by all her broken tea mugs and dishes on the floor. She sighed and started sweeping up the mess while Jaxon worked his magic on the windows.
“Thank you again,” she said, dumping the broken dish and mug pieces into the garbage and turning round to get an eyeful of Jaxon’s ass in his tight jeans as he bent in an awkward position over the counter to get the film on the upper half of the window.
“Is that all I get?” he asked, grunting a little as he straightened, stretching his arms over his head before dropping them and walking past her to the dining room.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“Is that all I get, your thanks?” His eyes danced a bit.
“What else do you need?” she countered, crossing her arms in as saucy a manner as she could manage this late at night, and after the day she’d had. But with Jaxon, it felt almost effortless, falling back into their old ways. He was a pain in her ass. She was a thorn in his side.
“I’ll take a rain check,” he said.
“Rain check for what?” she asked.
“Don’t know yet. It’s too late at night for me to think right now. Not much beyond getting this stuff installed before I leave, anyway.”
“You’re leaving?” she asked, panicking a little at the thought of being alone here.
“I have to get Dave’s car back to him. And then I have to get home and sleep? Unless you want to join me?”
“Yes, please,” she blurted, nodding as he turned back to look at her, peering into her eyes before nodding.
“Yeah, okay. Just follow me back to your brother’s while I return the keys to Dave. He’ll probably have passed out by now.”
