I can sense the worry coming off him and I’m wondering what he means by intense. “And you’re sure he doesn’t know about our past? No off-handed comment you could have made that would have allowed him to connect the dots when you mentioned I was home and then left with me?”

I try to remember if there’s ever been a time I mentioned Jacob or even alluded to it being someone that my parents wouldn’t approve of or something I had to hide. He eventually learned I was in a relationship before I met him but I never gave many details and I wasn’t someone who spilled my guts when I was drunk to anyone but Chloe or Mason. I had trained myself not to let myself think about JP and by the time Parker came around, I wasn’t drunk crying over him even to Chloe so there’s no chance he would have even overheard.

Unless he went through my text messages?

I had deleted my texts with Jacob right before I met Parker because I was still looking through them an unhealthy amount. Looking at what we were. Thinking about what we could have been. Cursing myself for getting so involved and attached. Wishing like hell he’d come back and tell me he loved me. I’d fall asleep reading his messages, letting them wrap me in a warm blanket and lull me into a fake sense of happiness and security that the next morning I’d wake up in his arms again.

It was my final step to healing and it only took me a year to do it.

But there were texts with Chloe if he knew what to look for but what were the chances he’d run a search for “Jacob” or “JP?” Even if he did search my texts with Chloe, he would have had to go back months to find anything and Chloe and I text twenty-five times on any given day.

“I don’t think so.” I take another large gulp of my wine and turn my gaze to the ceiling as I try to recall anything that would have given Parker a reason to be suspicious of JP. “No.” I meet his gaze and his blue eyes are almost piercing. “Can we talk about something else? Like your date?”

He snorts and begins unbuttoning his shirt. “As your mother said, it was hardly a date. I couldn’t focus on anything except my woman across the fucking country.”

Warmness spreads throughout my body and particularly between my legs at his possessive words. “Is that right?”

“Your mother is pissed at me.” He rubs a hand over his forehead. “It just didn’t feel right. I already can’t stop thinking about you and now you’re there and I was worried and even if I wasn’t madly in love with you, Georgina is not my type.”