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“Fuck off Watson. And you really should.”
She thrust the salad ingredients into Shea’s arms and turned on her heel, determined to talk to Jaxon, even if she had to yank him back to her bedroom to do it. Stalking out to the living room, Teagan found herself just in time to see Brad yanking both Jaxon and Dave out of the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her arms dropping to her sides, fists clenching in frustration. “Can I please speak to Jaxon before you-”
“We’ll be back soon,” Brad assured her. “No one got wine, so we’re going to run down to get it. And I haven’t seen Jaxon in what feels like forever, so surely you won’t begrudge us ten minutes, Teags?”
Sighing, she nodded. “Fine. But Jaxon?”
Jaxon ducked his head. “Yes?”
“Ineedto talk to you when you get back.”
“If it’s urgent, I can come to talk now?” He had his hand on the knob while Brad was gathering his keys and wallet. He had such a lighthearted expression on his face, she couldn’t bear to wipe it off just yet.
“No, no. It can wait. I’ll talk to you when you get back, alright?”
“Alright, yeah, I’ll come to find you.” He smiled and she couldn’t help but return the expression.
And then the guys were gone, and she was left with Shea and a pile of ingredients that were now dumped on the breakfast bar and not being made into a salad. Sighing, she went to start the water for the pasta and went ahead with the cream sauce as well since that could stand to sit and thicken a bit before she threw everything together. Her sister, for her part, at least piled the salad components in a pile to the left of her rather than chucking them on the floor.
“Well, well, well… looks like you’re going to have to talk to me instead of Jaxon.” Shea looked so smug that Teagan almost didn’t mind wiping that look from her face.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“It’s Eric.”
Shea’s phone clattered to the countertop. “McKinnon?”
“Do you know another Eric?”
“I mean probably. It’s a very common name.”
“Yes, Eric McKinnon.”
“What’d he do?”
She couldn’t really get into all of it, so she summarized. And heavily edited in the process.
“He has those pics I sent Joshua.”
Shea’s face wrinkled in thought. “The ones you sent him senior year?”
“Yeah.”
“The ones that made you have to go homeschooled for the rest of that semester and made you have to quit the exchange program?”
“Yeah.”
“The ones he then distributed to his friends and then Mom’s lawyer threatened to send them all to jail for owning child porn, since you were technically a minor?”
“Yes,” she answered, clearly exasperated with Shea’s line of questioning.
“How the fuck did he get those?”
“Fuck if I know,” she sighed. “But he has them, and he told me to ask Jaxon for help.”
Shea frowned in confusion. “Why Jaxon?”
