going surfing with Teague later?”
He gave her a blank stare. “Uh, no. He never asked.”
“Oh. Well he said he was going to,” she shrugged. “Forget I said anything then. Maybe Cam’s going instead.”
“Hmm. Well I can’t anyway. Got a stupid date at four o’clock. Right in the middle of my damn day.”
“A stupid date?” she laughed. “Wow, I feel sorry for that girl. Be extra nice to her, Jay. The asshole in you is already being a jerk to her.”
“She’s a…friend. Someone I went out with a couple of years ago. I said I’d call her sometime but she called me the second I got home last night.”
“Wow, forward.”
“She always has been. I wanted to spend the entire day in the garage but now I can’t.”
“Bummer.” Melanie stood and said, “Okay, hint taken. I’ll get out of your way.”
“It’s not that…” he started to say, but she waved him off.
“It’s fine. I, um…was just out and about and figured I’d drop by. But since you don’t even have time to give me a tour of the place…”
He slowly smiled but motioned around the house to what could already be seen. “It’s nothing special as you can see. I don’t even have furniture besides my bedroom stuff.”
“I can help you find some furnishings if you want. When Cam and I rented the house in Fresno, I got kind of good at finding bargains like that.”
“You don’t need to worry about it, hon. I’ll figure it out soon enough when I get sick of sitting on boxes.”
“You don’t even have a TV.”
“I don’t need a TV when I work so much. I mean it’s nice when I want to just chill out for a bit, but it’s not important.”
“Good lord, whenever will you watch your car restoration shows, football games, and UFC?” she mocked.
Jay chuckled and gave her a shrug. “I guess when I hang out with Teague or Beck. For now, you can hog Teague’s satellite stations all you want.”
“Pssh, I barely watch TV anyways,” she said softly. She glanced at her watch and Jay heard her sigh. She kept looking toward the front window, like she was waiting for someone. Finally she got up to leave, and when he walked with her to the front door, she paused after opening it and scanned the street.
Jay could tell s omething was up.
She flashed him her beautiful smile and told him goodbye as she stepped onto the front porch, but he grabbed her elbow to stop her. “Hey, what’s going on, Mel?”
She faced him because he pretty much made her turn around, but she was looking down at the ground. “Nothing. I just—”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Melanie. Something’s up and I want you to tell me what it is. You look really worried. Tell me. Now .”
“Fine,” she groaned, looking up at him. “Jordan came by the house again.”
His body instantly filled with fury and an automatic urge to punch something. The nerve that prick had coming back to the house after what happened a few months ago. “What the fuck happened?” he growled.
“Nothing, I didn’t open the door. He kept texting and calling, asking to see me, and when there was a knock at the front door, I knew it was him. I didn’t answer it and just waited for a while, then peeked out the window and saw him getting in his car.”
“Was Teague home?”
“No, they went out for a late breakfast. I was packing up your food and was about to leave the house, but I didn’t want to when Jordan was around. I waited another thirty minutes until I made a beeline for my car.”
“You think he might have followed you?” Jay asked carefully, trying his best to keep his temper at bay. “Is that why you keep looking out the window?”
She sighed and answered with a shrug. “I don’t know. With him, I have no idea. He just puts me on edge like that.”
“Melanie, you should have called me.”
“ No ,” she said firmly. “I don’t want what happened last time to happen again.”
“You’re protecting him?” he scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. “Fuck,
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