call. Again.
“You better get that,” she says, pointing at my phone. “I’ll figure this out on my own. No worries.”
I grin. “Nah, you’ve made it my problem now. I can’t, in good conscience, let you climb through another window. Besides, I told your cousin I’d watch out for you.”
Something I said makes her bristle.
Her back straightens in the slightest way, her chin lifting a smidgen. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yes, you will. Just let me answer my brother real quick.” I motion for her to wait and then answer the phone. “Hey, Coy.”
“You’re alive,” he deadpans.
I turn to the side and pretend to look out of the window. “Obviously.”
“You could’ve texted me that, asshole.”
“Let’s dial down the dramatics, okay?” I say, running a hand through my hair as I watch Jaxi head toward the door.
“What? You are telling me to dial down the dramatics?” He groans into the phone. “I’m going to kill you myself.”
Jaxi opens the door and steps onto the porch. I follow her.
“It was the role player, wasn’t it?” Coy asks. “Damn you, Boone. I’ve been worried, and you’ve been—”
“It wasn’t her, actually, but …”
Jaxi stops at the edge of the porch. The evening sun streams through the trees, and every ray seems to somehow find her. She stands in the glow of Golden Hour, the light giving her a soft filter.
“Are you listening to me?” my brother asks, snapping my attention back to the phone. “Oliver wants to play corn hole, and I need you on my team. Me and you against Oliver and Holt because you know Wade’s lame ass isn’t playing.”
Slowly, Jaxi drags her attention back to me. A cautious grin splits her cheeks.
My heartbeat picks up as I lean against the wall. There’s an energy between Jaxi and me, a chemistry that overrides the wild circumstance. I just met her—she just broke into my house, but I feel like I’ve known her longer than ten minutes.
I grin back at her.
“Are. You. Coming. Back?” Coy asks, irritated.
“That’s a negative. But I need a favor.”
“Of course you do.”
“Do you know a locksmith who works on an emergency basis?”
Jaxi narrows her eyes and mouths, “No.”
Coy laughs. “I think they all work that way. It’s one of those things. If you need someone to unlock a door, you don’t want to wait until the next day.”
“So do you know someone or not?”
Jaxi shakes her head back and forth while I shake mine up and down, our eyes glued together.
“Yeah,” Coy says. “Leo is still here. I mean, he’s not a locksmith, exactly, but I’m one-hundred-percent sure he can pick a lock if needed.”
“Send him to my house, okay?”
“I’m too scared to even ask why. But you owe me.”
“Thanks,” I tell him and end the call.
As soon as I put the phone back in my pocket, Jaxi groans.
“I told you that I’d figure it out,” she says warily.
“And I told you that I was going to help.”
She rolls her eyes. “You are stubborn.”
“And you are …”
Beautiful.
Three
Jaxi
Don’t do it.
Boone’s smile licks at my defenses.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think it was intentional.
Don’t do it. Don’t crack.
I smile back because I’m human, and it’s the polite thing to do. I also dip my chin just a touch because a little flirting—enjoying an utterly divine man’s attention—has never hurt anyone. Too much.
“I’m what?” I prod, wondering where he’s going with this.
The options are endless. He could say that I’m just as stubborn as he is. Maybe he’ll go with the fact that I’m a pseudo-felon at the moment or that I’m funny. I do have a decent sense of humor. But the way my stomach twists makes it clear that I subconsciously want him to say I’m pretty.
I fight hard not to roll my eyes at myself.
Why do I care if this guy thinks I’m pretty?
Because you’re a woman, fool.
Boone begins to answer me twice. Each time, his mouth opens and then closes. With each near-answer, my stomach does a little flip-flop that frustrates the logical part of my brain.
Finally, he seems satisfied with whatever he’s about to say. I hold my breath and hope that I’m just as satisfied … even though I’m not certain what answer that would be.
“You’re a pistol, I think,” he says, that glorious Southern drawl melting over me.
I sigh—mostly in relief.
At least that keeps things clean and balanced. This response allows me to retreat into Libby’s house and not think that he’s attracted to me. Not that it matters if he were—my life is going in