CHAPTER SIXTY
Tarts and VicarsKit closed the front door and screamed as she ran into Jackson’s chest. She buried her face in her hands to avoid hurting her cheek. Another hiccup rocked her torso, and she jumped as his fingers closed around her wrist.
“Why did you turn your phone off?” he demanded. “What did she say?”
“I didn’t!” Kit hauled the device from her b*a and stared at the blank screen. She hiccupped again and pressed the power button. Nothing happened. “It’s dead again.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “It died in Lane’s custody!”
Jackson blinked and dropped his chin. “It died in yours. Why didn’t you check the battery before you went in there?”
Kit hiccupped again, midway through a deep sigh. “You saw me charge it. I thought fifteen percent would be enough! How much did you he
