“So, are you giving up?”
“Yeah, I’m done.”
Jonas walked towards the window propping his hands behind his back.
“So then, you don’t mind if Derek asks her out?” Jonas was referring to one of Jonathon’s frat brothers. “He saw her at the wedding and has been asking about her ever since. But because you guys were together, I’ve been holding him off.”
When Jonas turned to Jaden, the savage glare Jaden shot his way was enough to say it all. “What? If you’re not going after her, maybe Derek will have better luck, eh?”
“Are you trying to mess with me, Jonas, because I’m not in a playing mood?”
“You’re right; it’s too soon. I’ll wait until you get over her then introduce them.”
Jaden grunted. “Derek won’t be alive long enough to get the chance,” Jaden barked with a venom potent enough that Jonas believed him.
Jonas slid his hands into his pockets. “That’s what I thought.” He strolled to the door with a whistle on his tongue.
“You said all that to mean what exactly?” Jaden said from behind him.
Jonas glanced over his shoulder. “Simple; you’re in love with her. You didn’t get a chance to tell her and anybody else won’t suffice. Go get her, before someone else does.” Jonas strolled out the door, his whistle haunting Jaden.