Shawn scoffs. “Fuck, no.”
I hang my head in resignation. Both guys watch me as I duck into Shawn’s Beamer and grab my backpack.
“Jazz—” Shawn starts.
I hold up my hand. “I know what I’m doing, Shawn. Thank you for last night. I’ll call you later, okay?”
He looks between Kingston and me incredulously. “Are you kidding me right now? You’re taking his side after what he did?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m taking my sister’s side. And what’s best for her right now is to avoid causing a scene and confusing her further.”
“I don’t like this.” Shawn adjusts the brim of his ball cap.
“It’ll be fine, Shawn. I’ll call you later. I promise.”
He releases a heavy breath before hooking me around the shoulders and pulling me into a side hug. Kingston looks murderous as Shawn kisses the top of my head, but fuck him. He has no right to say shit right now.
“If I don’t hear from you tonight, I’m coming up there.”
Shawn points two fingers to his eyes, then back at Kingston. “I’m watching you, fucker.”
Kingston’s square jaw tics. “Right back at you.”
Kingston and I stand in silence while Shawn gets behind the wheel and drives away. When he’s down the street, I start walking toward Kingston’s Rover.
“I’m not talking about this out here. Is the car open?”
I hear the locks disengage when we get closer. “It is now.”
I open the driver’s door and toss my bag over the seat into the cargo area. When I see the question in Kingston’s eyes, I say, “I don’t trust you not to drive off if you get behind the wheel.”
The asshole smirks as he rounds the car to climb in on the passenger’s side. “Whatever you say, Jazz. But I’m holding on to these so you can’t run off.” He dangles my shoes by the laces, laughing when I unsuccessfully try grabbing them.
I point a stern finger at him. “You don’t need to be a dick about it.”
“Quit behaving like a spoiled brat, and maybe I won’t.”
“Excuse me?!” I rear back. “You have some fucking nerve.”
“You wanna tell me what the disappearing act was about? And why the fuck you’d go to that asshole?”
My eyes narrow. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t already talk to Bentley.”
“Humor me.” Kingston throws out his hand. “Tell me what you think you saw, and I’ll tell you what you really saw. Then, we can move on to how fucking stupid you were for following someone to that house in the first place.”
“Wow.” I shake my head. “Just... wow.”
“Nothing to say?” He raises his eyebrows. “Fine. I’ll go. I made a huge breakthrough with my dad last night. Huge.”
I golf clap. “By fucking some chick in the middle of a sex club? Congratulations.”
“I didn’t fuck anyone,” he grits out.
I roll my eyes. “Fine. Got your dick sucked. Whatever.”
“I didn’t do anything with anyone, Jazz.”
My jaw drops. “I was there, Kingston! I was at the back door, looking in. I saw you stick your tongue down some naked chick’s throat! Right before she dragged you down a hallway.”