She goes silent, her expression changing as her hand slides over mine.
Her smile withers away.
“Where were you, Jaden?” she asks softly, concern pushing through her words.
My smile fades as well.
“Jill’s.”
The silence is so thick I hear the wind sweeping the windows and the distant clock ticking in the kitchen.
“Why?” she asks.
Panic flashes through her eyes.
I take her in for a few moments, and then I bring my hand to her face and run my fingers along her jawline, a small smile playing on my lips.
“It’s not what you think,” I murmur. “I had a drink before I went home to pick up some things for Sara and Emma. And then I went to Sara’s place.”
“How was it?”
“At Jill’s? Strange. Some undercover cop came on to me.”
Her eyebrows lift in surprise.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah... Someone must have ratted me out, and they tried to set me up. I was probably on their list.”
“Fuck, Jaden. Can they come after you?”
“No. I don’t think so. They would’ve done it already.”
“Was it a man?” she asks hesitantly. “The cop?”
Our eyes connect.
I breathe out a quiet chuckle.
“You’d think so, right? No. It was a woman...”
“Was she hot?”
“Yeah... She was.”
She purses her lips, irked.
“So what happened?”
“She gave me a hard-on before I brushed her off,” I say, keeping my mug under control while gauging her reaction.
She bites her lip, stifling her retort.
“Why would you go to Jill’s?” she asks, sadness washing over her.
“I didn’t go there looking for women.”
“Yeah, but that’s exactly what you found.”