Roland sat poised on his chair, staring straight at Jett.
“Roland, you're really not going to say anything,” Axel turned to him. “If you have feelings for this cop, spit it out else Jett's going for her.”
“He can do as he wishes,” Roland’s chest tightened. “I don't care as long as he never reveals our life before now to her. He's free to flirt with her and even have her if that’s what he wants.”
Roland's heart jabbed, a sudden silence crashing around them.
“Thanks man,” Jett's eyebrows tilted. He gave Roland a long gaze and then leaned back on his chair, a faint smile tugging on his lips.
Heat curled in Roland’s eyes, and he looked around at them again. “Does anyone else have another question for me?” he asked.
No one said a word, but all leaned back eyes filled with wonder.
Rolan
