Speaking of Harlow …

“Okay, that sounds good. But, while we’re on the subject, I can’t go to the party with you guys on Saturday.”

Hunter’s brows pull together. “Why not?”

I shrug. “ Cause I have to go with your sister somewhere.”

“Where?” Hunter asks.

Jax looks at me, too, then, giving me his undivided attention.

“Um … to a place,” I say with another shrug.

Hunter crosses his arms and stares me down. “What sort of place?”

“To some sort of club,” I explain. “Jax kind of her heard talking to me about it.”

“Right. I forgot about that.” Jax nibbles on his bottom lip. “Low never said what club, though.”

“Yeah, she never told me, either,” I tell him. “She just said she’d give me more details later, but I haven’t seen or talked to her since then. Although, she could’ve tried to call me but couldn’t get a hold of me.”

Hunter mulls over what I said for a second. “We’re going to get you a new phone first thing in the morning.” I open my mouth to argue with him, but he talks over me. “It’s important that you have a phone just in case something happens.”

“True,” I agree, fighting back a shiver as I think of what it felt like to fall off that bridge and sink into the water. And how part of me wanted to keep sinking until nothing was left of me.

I discreetly tug at the sleeve of my jacket as the fresh wound that I put on myself begins to burn. Jax’s gaze tracks the move, and a frown forms on his face. I would panic, thinking he knew what I did in the bathroom, but how could he?

“Are any stores open that early?” I ask Hunter while trying to avoid Jax’s dissecting gaze.

“No, but I know the owner of one of the stores, and I’m sure he’ll open up early if I ask him to,” Hunter tells me. “I’ll call him right after you finish talking to your aunt.”

“All right. But FYI, you have a lot of connections,” I inform him.

He grins cheekily. “That’s because I’m a guy of many talents.” He playfully tugs on a strand of my hair, causing Jax to frown.

It makes me feel uncomfortable, and I’m unsure why. Because we kissed?

Holy shit, Jax kissed me!

Reality bitch smacks me like a mother effer. Why did I do that? Kiss a guy who I’m supposed to be living with? Sure, I know why I did it, but that doesn’t mean I should’ve—

Hunter’s phone suddenly rings, and the distraction sends relief washing over me. Low’s name flashes across the screen, and I hand the phone to Hunter.

A hint of worry flashes through his eyes as he answers, “Is everything okay?” A pause, and then he flits his gaze to me. “Yeah, she’s here … Why?” He pauses again. “Sure.” Then he hands the phone to me. “She wants to talk to you.”