Chapter Thirty-Three
Mack
Ash’s eyes widened. Her mouth parted before she closed it again and angled her head to the side. A tear fell from her eyelashes, and I brushed it away with my thumb.
“I’ll understand if you’re pissed about me talking to Jackson,” I added.
My heart was thundering along in my chest, although the tightness I’d been holding there for days started to loosen, and the cold dread balled in my stomach was dissolving.
“I’m not thrilled, but I understand. I think.”
I rushed to explain. “You were avoiding me completely, so we didn’t have a chance to talk, and I didn’t know what to do. Jackson’s seriously pissed off with me.”
“I’ll talk to him,” Ash offered.
“You don’t need to talk to him on my behalf. You’re his little sister, and I got you pregnant.”
Ash bit her lip
