70. Chapter 70
I’m not fucking sleeping with her.
She left the second Jase said it. Even though it was true, the proclamation was a door slammed in Lindsey’s face.
It was a conversation she wasn’t supposed to hear—and wouldn’t have if Jase’s door wasn’t slightly ajar when she showed up to meet him.
If you think it was easy to leave her…
Graham did it easily enough.
It was hard to maintain the level of hate required to sit in the back seat every day knowing Graham wasn’t oblivious to her plight.
And her worth.
She’s the best person I’ve ever known.
He’d never given her that impression while they were together. It was either a rare moment of truth, or he was trying to keep Jase from being…well…Jase.
She’s perfect. She just wasn’t Helen.
The admission sent her into a stairwell, to a carpeted step.
Was this how a panic attack felt? She wondered if she should text her brother Luke for his medical opinion.
He was used to random texts from his siblings with pictures or descriptions of ailments.
Of the two physicians in the family, the Adams kids were safer barraging Luke than their father, who would ask too many questions about Lawrence’s latest UTI and not appreciate how last weekend’s drunken stunt ended with Louis getting another concussion.
Leroy Adams definitely wouldn’t appreciate knowing his baby girl couldn’t breathe because she was worked up about Graham’s brother.
The ties holding the front of Billy’s shirt together stretched to the max with every heave of her chest as her lungs clawed for air.
She didn’t know why she’d stuffed herself into the leather getup Billy dug out of the bottom of her closet, except Lindsey wanted Jase to see her in it after she’d spent another night in a tent alone.
Her phone buzzed in the purse slung at her side with a message from Jase. They were supposed to meet in his room to take the shuttle to the concert together.
He didn’t know she heard his conversation with Graham. It didn’t change anything anyway. Even if he hadn’t just proclaimed I’m not fucking sleeping with her, he wasn’t going to fucking sleep with her.
It was her rule. Not his.
With half a mind to go home with Declan, she didn’t know why it mattered.
Except the other half insisted on Billy’s leather.
Lindsey stood, pulling the bottom of the skirt over her butt cheeks, and texted Jase to meet her in the lobby. A maniacal laugh, almost unrecognizable as her own, echoed through the stairwell as she hurried down the rest of the steps.