Page 37 of One Bad Idea
Cassidy's smile faded.
Jaden looked beyond disgusted.
My gaze shifted to Jax, and I held my breath.
With a no-nonsense look, he said, "By the way, it includes a company vehicle."
Damn it.
Cassidy beamed up at him. "Really?"
Looking decidedly unenthused, he replied, "Really."
From a few feet away, Jaden protested, "But Morgan didn't get a vehicle."
"Yeah, well," Jax muttered, "she didn't show the same initiative."
I blinked.Initiative?
Okay, I'd shown plenty of initiative during the actual interview. But afterward, after spotting Cassidy's name on the paperwork, I'd shown no initiative at all. In fact, I'd shown just the opposite.
What was I missing?
Almost in a daze, I turned and stared toward the front door. The whole vehicle comment was a grim reminder that regardless of what happened here, I'd still need to leave right away.
The sooner I returned to Nashville, the sooner I could stop worrying about that stupid truck.
Sounding happier than ever, Cassidy gushed, "That's great! So what kind of vehicle is it?"
Jax replied, "An old Ford pickup."
Huh?
No freaking way.
I whirled to face him.
Cassidy gave Jax a perplexed look. "What?"
"Yeah," he said, "Jaden bought it a couple hours ago."
I felt my jaw tighten.It? Meaning Stuart's truck?
Again, I looked toward the front door. In my mind, I could still see him – not Stuart, but Jaden, leaning against the truck, claiming that the vehicle was his.
So that hadn't been a joke?
I reached into my pocket and yanked out my cell phone. I scrolled through the display and felt my gaze narrow.
Sure enough, the last incoming call had been from Stuart.
Sothat'swho Jaden had been talking to?
Finally, so many things made sense – the truck being wide open, that strange phone call, the talk of someone dropping off paperwork – I sucked in a breath – and all of those veiled threats.
In my mind, I could still hear them.
"You're not dealing with her. You're dealing with me."
