“What time is it?” I press a hand to my head, trying to ignore the light streaming through his blinds. It’s not totally offensive, if I was still sleeping, but now that I’m awake, I need the curtains drawn and a lot more time with a naked Jacob. We’d made love at least two more times last night before finally drifting off to sleep for the rest of the night and now my limbs felt loose and sore and I wanted to soak in his bathtub with him.

“What’s up, Trey?” he says and I roll my eyes before turning to face him.

“Really? At…” I turn my head to the clock on the nightstand. “Eight in the morning?”

“Wait… slow the fuck down, man, what?” His face goes through a range of emotions of what seems like shock to confusion to anger before he pulls his phone away from the phone and puts him on speaker so I can hear. “Say that again, I have you on speaker and Whit is here.”

“Jesus fuck, you two. You couldn’t have covered your tracks a bit better?” My heart pounds in my chest at the implication that we’ve been caught. “Chloe was luckily able to cover for you two, as long as Parker doesn’t at some point compare notes with your parents. He really has a camera tracking you?”

Jacob’s eyes find mine and I can see the fury behind them. “Excuse me?”

“Stop. No. Just cameras at our house,” I say, trying to calm Jacob down, although I know he’s going to have a few questions when we get off the phone. “Trey, you’re speaking in code, what’s going on?”

“Whitney, where is your phone? Everyone has been trying to get a hold of you.”

I blink several times, realizing that I haven’t seen my phone since last night. “I brought your purse in.” Jacob nods to the chair and I hop out of bed and grab my phone out of my bag. I always keep it on vibrate, but I also sleep with it next to me so I can feel it if anyone calls me.

“Holy fuck. Nineteen missed calls?” Calls from my parents. From Parker. From his assistant. From Unknown calls in New York. Parker’s mother. Thankfully that one was only an hour ago. “What is on fire!?”

“Apparently Parker got into a car accident in New York. He’s alive and evidently going to make it, but he’s banged up and he had to go into emergency surgery.”

“WHAT!?” I drop the phone from my hand. “Oh my God.” There are a million questions going through my head right now, but I put a pin in them for a second since Trey said he was alive. “Okay, where do they think I am?”