I pointedly ignore her and turn to Savannah.
“You know Jackson. Tell me he’ll back off soon.”
Savannah chews on her lower lip as she studies me.
“I don’t know, I mean, you guys were kicking off a lot of heat. Maybe sleeping together might not be a good idea.”
I nod.
“Okay, so I ignore him until we go back to Hardin. Good idea.”
I swing back to the front and take in the rest of the pack standing around the BBQ as Luka and Nathan prepare to throw the burgers and brats on.
It’s a nice evening, mild, and everyone's mostly in t-shirts and jeans.
Everyone except Jackson, who’s stood talking with Dayne and Jeremy.
He’s in his jeans and boots. Nothing else. So, while Savannah, Talis, and I headed for Dayne’s truck, he must’ve gone to grab his clothes from wherever he dumped them to shift
