“Love to. What time should I pick you up?”
He wasn’t going to meet me there. He was going to take me. I stared at my mom, who was watching me with a pleased grin on her face. I couldn’t think like her. It would get me hurt. I had to remember who this was I was talking to. He wasn’t permanent.
“Six,” I finally told him.
“I’ll see you at six,” he replied. “Have a good day, Jess.”
“Uh, yeah, um, you too,” I stammered, before hanging up the phone and letting it fall to the table.
“So, he invited himself to the game. Guess he ain’t so outta your league after all. But he’s just for fun. Enjoy him, baby girl, but remember he’s just a man. He’ll marry a girl with a trust fund. Watch your heart.”
I looked up at her, suddenly confused. “I thought you were all for me landing a wealthy man.”
She frowned. “There’s wealthy and there’s filthy rich. He’s just your Logan. Don’t forget that.”
Who was Logan? I started to ask and changed my mind. Listening to my mother’s logic could confuse anyone. Momma didn’t trust men.
JASON
There were things you expected from a girl like Jess. Her waiting on me outside when I pulled in the driveway and not giving me a chance to get out and open her car door before she jerked it open was one of them. Her wearing a tight-ass pair of jeans hugging every curve she had was another. But I hadn’t been expecting to see Jess bend down and open her arms for a little girl to run into.
It made her softer. The walls she had built up around her seemed to vanish the moment the girl called out her name and wrapped her small arms around Jess’s neck.
“You came to see me!” the little girl exclaimed happily.
Jess laughed and pulled back so she could look into the little girl’s eyes. “I just saw you a few days ago, Daisy May. You act like we haven’t seen each other in a month,” Jess teased her.
Daisy May was Preston’s little sister—I knew that much from my time with Amanda. Daisy had been the flower girl in Marcus and Willow’s wedding. Rock had adopted Daisy May and her brothers when Preston’s mother passed away. Which meant that Amanda and Preston were going to be here. Shit. I hadn’t thought about that when Jess had said “my cousin’s kid.”
“Manda and Preston are here. Come see,” Daisy May said. Jess, apparently, was unaware of my past with Amanda. I was relieved by that. I didn’t want it to be awkward. Seeing Amanda and Preston the other night at Sadie’s dinner party had been our first real encounter in a long time. The dinner hadn’t been hard. It wasn’t like I was hung up on Amanda. I just didn’t think Jess was the kind of girl who would get along well with girls like Amanda. Even if Amanda had been the one openly defending Jess the other night when everyone was discussing her antics.
That was just Amanda. She was sweet and accepting of everyone.
“Lead the way,” Jess told her, and she glanced back at me. “Rock’s little girl,” Jess explained.
I started to tell her I knew who Daisy was because of the wedding and then again at Sadie’s dinner party the other night, but I closed my mouth. Bad idea. I just nodded. “She’s cute,” I replied instead.
“Yeah, she looks like Preston. Rock and Trisha couldn’t have kids, so they adopted Preston’s younger siblings when their momma died.”
I nodded again, feeling guilty for not admitting I already knew all this. It was strange that Jess hadn’t been at the wedding. I would have remembered her. She was hard to miss.
“Have you met Amanda? Marcus’s sister?” Jess asked as we reached the bleachers.
Here it was. My time to lie or tell the truth and explain.
“He was her friend at Marcus’s weddin’,” Daisy May informed her for me. I was surprised the kid remembered me.
Jess stopped walking and looked up at me. “You were at Marcus Hardy’s wedding?”
This was not where I wanted to discuss this.
“Yeah,” I replied, not able to lie to her.
She frowned. “I wasn’t even invited to their wedding. How did you get an invite?”
I glanced up at the people in the stands and saw Amanda watching us. Preston wasn’t there, but I knew he was here at the game. “I, uh . . .” Glancing back down at Jess, I forced a smile. “I was Amanda’s date.”
Jess’s eyes went wide. “What? And you walked away from that without Preston Drake beating the shit outta you?”