“You want to go out with me?” I nodded, the corners of my mouth turning up as I waited for the inevitable yes. But my grin fell when she took one big step backward. And slammed the door in my face.
“Are you going to stare at that list all day or tell me what happened with Jackson?” “Stare at the list,” I said, not looking her way. “Fine,” she muttered. “I’ll just ask him. Hey, Jackson.”
“You don’t have to thank me.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest. “We’re a team.” He hummed. But he didn’t say anything else.
“Was that who called you?” she asked. “Dakota? I thought I heard you on the phone before you left.” I looked her right in the eye, hoping like hell this was the one lie I could pull off today. “It was no one. Just a wrong number.”