It takes a few minutes for the elevator to deliver her to my floor, but my door is open and I’m waiting for her, leaning against the doorframe trying to look casual and curious.
She walks down the hall toward me, wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a black T-shirt that saysI’m a teacher.To save time let’s just assume I am never wrong.
My lips twitch.
Her mouth is tight, her eyes flickering.“Hi, Jax.”
“Hey.What’s up, Flynn?”
She plays with the strap of the small red purse she’s carrying.“I was wondering if we could talk.”
I keep my face expressionless.
For some reason, the first thing I think of is that she’s pregnant.It’s been a while since we were together.What if…
I can’t stop the big grin that breaks across my face.
She frowns.
I don’t know why I love this possibility.I must be fucking nuts.
“Sure, come on in.”
Giving me a strange look, she walks past me and into my condo.She stands in the foyer and I gesture to the living room.
“Something to drink?”It’s seven o’clock on a Wednesday evening.“Glass of wine?Or a beer?Water?”
“Tequila?”
I laugh, but quickly sober.That means she’s not pregnant.
Damn.
I stride to my kitchen, shaking my head at my own ridiculousness.Things are weird enough already, and adding a pregnancy in sure as hell wouldn’t help.
I bring the tequila bottle and two glasses and set them on my coffee table.She’s taken a seat on the couch, the same place she sat that night I brought her here after the aborted wedding.
“So what’s up?”I pour Gran Patrón into a glass and hand it to her.
“Not much with me.Getting ready for school to start next week.”
“How’s Nicholas?”
Her head jerks back.“What?Oh.I don’t know.I only went out with him once.”
“Ah.Seeing someone else now?”
“No.”She shakes her head.“I’ve decided I need to be alone for a while.”
I’m good with that.Because it really fucked me up seeing her with that dipstick that night.I don’t know why.She deserves to be happy after what happened.On the other hand, I don’t want her to be lonely.
I gulp my own tequila.“So what brings you here?”
“I wanted to see how things are going with you.With the contract.”
I sigh.“Nothing.The team hasn’t even wanted to talk.”
“Oh no.”Her mouth turns down at the corners.“Are you okay?”