“Uh, just wonderin’ what you’re doing. Wanna come over for a beer?” I ask and immediately wish I could put the words back in my mouth. I rarely ask him to hang out so now he’s definitely going to suspect something’s up.
“Well, actually…” he begins but is soon interrupted by laughter. A girl’s laughter. It’s too far in the distance to know if it’s Mila’s or not, and considering Jackson’s track record with women, it’s not unusual for him to be with someone right now. However, my gut tells me he’s with her.
“Is that Mila?” I grind out, needing to know so I can pummel his ass later.
“That’s not really any of your business, now is it?” he taunts with amusement, and if Maize wasn’t sleeping right now, I’d pack her up and haul ass over to his place.
“Jackson,” I warn, sitting up. “Don’t push
