Though I want to question why it’s going to take twenty damn minutes, I don’t. Instead, I thank him before hanging up. Knowing I have a little time before he arrives, I take the opportunity to hop in the shower and wash Stella and the memory of her from my body. After I’m done, I dry off and wrap a towel around my waist. Just as I walk into the room, a knock is heard at the door.
I open it and see Jackson standing in front of me. Just by the s**t-eating grin on his face paired with his pants tucked into his boots, I know immediately it’s not John. The old switch and bait won’t work on me. “Where’s John? And you look like shit.”
He rolls his eyes and hands me a plastic grocery bag with clothes inside along with a pair of old cowboy boots. “Rough night. But apparently not as rough as yours
