Page 14 of Game Changer
I return to the living room.She’s turned around on the couch so her chin is resting on the back of it, facing the windows.Her red-gold hair is a tousled mess of waves, just brushing her shoulders.
The bare shoulders I saw earlier tonight, undoing her dress.She has faint golden freckles there and a tiny mole on her left shoulder blade.
I shake my head.“Okay.The guest room is ready for you, whenever you want to go to bed.”
She flips around to face me.“Thanks.I think I need more tequila, though.”
What the hell.I pour myself another glass and top hers up.“You might regret this in the morning.”
“I’ve never been hungover from tequila.”
“So you say.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Let’s say I’m skeptical.”
“Tell me about your family.”
“Ugh.Why?”
“I’m curious.Why are they ‘complicated?’”
“It’s a long story.”I swirl my tequila and take a sip.
“Fine.You can tell me on the plane tomorrow.”
“Jesus.”I shake my head, fighting a smile.
She grabs her phone.
“What are you doing?”I’m ready to snatch it out of her hand if she’s trying to book a flight.
“I’m Facebook-stalking Claire.”
“You know who she is?”
“No, but I bet Steve is friends with her.”
I watch her swipe and tap at her phone, a little notch between her eyebrows.
“Ha!This is her!”She holds up the phone, then stares at it again, nibbling her bottom lip.“Well, her profile is locked up so I can’t tell much about her.Shit.”
“Probably for the best.”
“I’ll google her.”
“Do you really want to do that?”
“Yes.”She frowns at her screen again.“No.”She lowers her phone.“She knew he was getting married.She probably sent me those screen shots.What kind of woman does that?”
I sigh.
Molly drops her phone.“Ugh.Maybe I should go to bed.”
“Sure.”
“Thank you, Jax.”She meets my eyes.“I’m really grateful for letting me escape the crazy.”
