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I stayed in the room for several more hours, not because I was taking my mom's advice, but rather because from somewhere downstairs, I could hear the sounds of voices and vacuuming, and I didn't want to get in anyone's way.
Plus, it seemed rude to wander around by myself.
But I couldn’t hide away forever, so just before noon, I ventured out of the guest room, only to stop dead in my tracks.
Jax was there, waiting.
For me?
It sure looked that way.
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Before I could catch myself, I'd already asked, "What are you doing?"
He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt. If my bluntness startled him, he didn't show it. "Thinking," he said.
I felt my eyebrows furrow. He was sitting in a sturdy wooden chair with his long legs stretched out in front of him.
I tried to recall.Had the chair been there last night?
I didn't think so.
In fact, I was almost sure of it.
Weird.
I gave a nervous laugh. "Thinking, huh? About what?"
"Right now? Breakfast."
Probably, he shouldn't've said that. I hadn't eaten since yesterday's lunch. Oh, sure, there'd been plenty of finger foods at last night's party, but I'd been far too unsettled to eat a single thing.
And now, I was utterly famished.
He stood. "In case you're wondering, that's an invitation."
Funny, it didn't sound like an invitation. It sounded more like a summons.
I glanced down at my clothes, or rathersomebody'sclothes. Who they belonged to, I still didn't know.
After splurging on a long shower, I'd dressed in the black yoga pants and a pale pink T-shirt, along with fresh underwear – just because it seemed grubby not to.
Still, I couldn’t help but tally up the cost. I'd deliberately picked out the cheapest stuff, but it wasn't cheap tome, and I couldn't help but wonder if I owed some unseen person more than I could afford.
He looked to my feet. "You need shoes? We'll grab some on the way out."
Out?So he was inviting meoutto breakfast?
I looked down. I was wearing somebody's socks, but no shoes at all. All I had were the silver pumps, which would've look utterly ridiculous with what I was now wearing.
Still, I hesitated. "Won't someone be mad? I mean, I've borrowed a lot already."
"Trust me, it's not a problem. You like pancakes?"
Ilovedpancakes. In fact, I was pretty sure I'd kill for a pancake right about now. And today was Sunday, my favorite day for a big breakfast.
Still, Iwascurious. I glanced toward the chair. "How long were you waiting?"
