JACKSON
I didn’t know if she had met that fool or not. The stupid tracker I thought I’d use to monitor her wasn’t working for days. I couldn’t watch her, I couldn’t follow her, I couldn’t even sense her movements the way I wanted.
All I had were the moments I saw her at work. And she kept avoiding me, maybe because of what I did to her, or maybe she was just tired of seeing my face.
Either way, it was killing me.
I tried calling Kenzie, even though I knew he would flare up and curse at me the second he picked up. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even let it ring twice. I dropped the phone and leaned back on my couch, staring at the blank TV screen.
My mind was noisy. My heart was louder. I wanted her. I wanted her with me. And yet, I still didn’t know how to make that happen without ruin
