(Alexander's POV)
Reagan is just sitting there, my phone in her hand, looking like a child who has been caught by their parents with their hand in the cookie jar.
“Who is that on the phone?" I ask again this time more firmly and assertive.
Reagan wipes the guilty look off her face, “Don't get your panties in a twist," she hisses, “it's just Jack, he called because he wanted to talk to you."
I stalk up to her and snatch the phone away, “Then why the hell are you talking to him?"
She rolls her eyes, “I was just being friendly, I was going to hang up after I told him you were gone. Then we just got to talking and that's all there is to it."
I don't respond to her answer, instead, putting the phone up to my ear so that I can talk to Jack, “What's up?"
“Are we just going to pretend t
