Chapter 8
He leaned against the wall and waited. Come
on, he thought, staring at the floor where the sunlight peeked
out from under the closed door. I pissed you off, Jamie, and
you’re not the type to take that s**t lying down, so get off your
ass and storm out here after me. Prove to me that Nate was right.
Prove to me that you need me.
Suddenly the door opened. Alex stepped forward, arms crossed,
directly into Jamie’s path, even as the guy called out his name.
“Alex—”
Jamie bumped into him and staggered back, his hand still on the
doorknob. Alex watched the emotions war on his face—anger, disgust,
joy, relief. Then he frowned, the glare back in his eyes that
creased his brow and made his lips pout just slightly. “I thought
you left.”
“I thought I did, too,” Alex replied.
