which was parked in the driveway. It was locked. “Do you have the keys? I
need my phone,” I said, but as I turned toward him, I stopped short. His lips
were pressed in a fine line, and his face was red.
“You fucked him, didn’t you?”
I choked on my spit. “Excuse me?”
He pulled my phone out of his pocket and plodded down the front steps
toward me. “I get it. Jaxson is a sexy beast. But next time”—he held my
phone just out of my reach—"tell me when you’re leaving. Don’t just
disappear.”
I took my phone and noticed that it was fully charged, with ten missed
calls from Casey. “Thanks. And I’m sorry, it wasn’t—”
He held up a hand, motioning for me to shut up. “I don’t want to know,
and I’d rather not imagine you and Jaxson doing the nasty. Though I’m sure
it was hot.”
My cheeks blazed, which only seemed to confirm my cousin’s suspicions.
It was absolutely mortifying. I hadn’t slept with the alpha-hole, but I assumed
that the more I protested, the worse this situation would get. For the moment,
he could believe what he wanted. The last thing I needed was him asking any
questions I couldn’t answer, so I’d have to go with it.
“Have you eaten?” he asked as we headed up the stairs.
“Uhm, yeah.”
He smirked at me and chuckled as he ushered me inside. “Of course you
have.”
I wanted to kick him, though I couldn’t help but smile because whatever
he was thinking, I was sure—as he’d said earlier—it was hot.
We headed into the kitchen, and Casey poured himself a huge bowl of
cereal. “Sorry about those jackasses last night. They aren’t usually like that.
Tensions have been high with the pack. Your boy toy is holding one of our
containers hostage at the port, and a lot of the guys are pissed.”
I crossed my arms and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Casey, let’s be