JACKSON

Shit. Shit!

I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I’d allowed her to take his number. My anger boiled hot and sharp, fueled by her sharp tongue and the way she just pushed me, nudged me, to make mistakes I should’ve known better than to make.

Kenzie had accepted her back. He’d even called me later, talking about how he’d thought it over and wanted another chance. I should’ve been relieved. I should’ve been happy. I should’ve let it go. But I wasn’t.

I was furious. ...