JACK
Beckett panted next to me in the bushes. The first phase of our escape had gone exactly as planned. Sage looked sufficiently betrayed, just like we needed her to. All for the ruse.
I holstered my gun and gave Beck the nod.
It was time for me to leave our hiding spot and make a break for Sage’s bathroom window. I’d have to scale the stone wall and needed time.
Beckett would head in the other direction and wait for the gold dress.
I was just about to exit the shrubs when Beckett grabbed my arm. “Here, wait. Take this.”
He pulled Mom’s pink jewelry pouch from the pocket of his tuxedo.
I frowned.
“Take it.” He pushed it toward me. “Just in case.”
“In case what?” I didn’t reach for it.
Beckett shrugged. “Just do it, okay? You can tell her it’s from me, if you want to. I would have given it to her before, but the gala … there wasn’t a good time.”
He pressed the pouch into my hand.
I shook my head, angry at the reason he was giving it to me—just in case—but I slipped the pouch into my jeans pocket anyway.
I grabbed his inner forearm, gripping it tight. “See you soon, alright?”
“Yeah.” He nodded, gripping back.
“See you soon.”