I’m blind.
Jake’s eyes slammed shut. Watching Julian prance around, shoving his ass at the screen and shouting, “Take it, take it, take it,” was a bit much, even for him.
Never mind that it was nearly four in the morning, and he’d been up all night trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Whatever had Kathryn fired up wasn’t exactly settling to a simmer.
No, Jake knew it was in everyone’s best interest that they all get some sleep, then discuss it when calmer—and more sober—heads prevailed.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he deadpanned, “I’m going to bed. Try to get some rest. And some water. I’ll pick you up in a few hours.”
“No dice, Ass Man. I’m not telling you where I am, and we have nothing to discuss. Go play with your other sub. The one you bought the necklace for. Yeah, I know about that. But do me a favor. When you tie her up, use different ropes.”
The FaceTime call disconnected.
Jake stared at the phone, dazed and not exactly sure what the fuck just happened. But by now, it really didn’t matter. He’d traced Kathryn’s steps to the jewelers this afternoon—an oh shit moment he’d worry about later. Then he’d nearly lost her when she must have shut off the location services of her phone and taken Julian’s car.
Thankfully, his credit-card alerts had lit up like a nuclear warning for an incoming missile.
After all, a pre-charge authorization was required for any purchase over ten thousand dollars. And charged on his black card that day, along with a penthouse suite and over the top orders of premium liquor, were Wagyu steaks and two one-thousand-dollar ice cream sundaes with gold leaf on them.
Jake had merely scratched his head before tapping the button. Approved.
It was a cutthroat move by Julian to punish him on Kathryn’s behalf, but who could blame him? Kathryn was upset. Hell, Jake would be the first to splurge if it would draw her back from the high of a level-ten atomic freak-out.
But at least she wasn’t crying. Instead, she was one riled-up kitten who thought Jake had a sub on the side. How the tires on every vehicle in the garage hadn’t been slashed into playground mulch was beyond him.
And who could blame her in her conclusions, as ridiculous as they were. With his mysterious travels and the jewelry purchase—the one his wallet still wept softly over—it was easy to see how a kick-ass insurance investigator might come to that conclusion.
Jake didn’t bother stifling his cheesy grin. If only she knew. He let out a full belly laugh at the thought of her face when she discovered “the other sub” was actually Paco.
Laughing when my kitten is frazzled. Wrong. Funny and just one more notch in a long line of reasons I’m going to hell.
But wrong.