Misbehaving(59)

He hadn’t told me when he would be back. He’d made me no promises. He had just said that he would call me. If this weekend had been even a tenth as special to him as it had been to me, then he would be back soon.

“Fire, baby girl. Playing with fire,” Momma said as she walked into the living room in her blue silk wrap.

“Don’t, Momma. Please. Let me enjoy this.”

She walked over to the window and watched as his limo pulled away. “You gonna sulk in your room again when this goes south? I can promise you Krit won’t come running back to save you.” She paused. “Then again, maybe he will. Maybe Krit is your Jess. Come to think of it, that makes complete sense.”

She was back to the Gilmore Girls thing again. I wasn’t doing this with her. Not today. “I have some things to do for work,” I told her before walking back to my bedroom.

“Did you love Krit?” Momma called after me.

“I wasn’t in love with him, no.”

She sighed loudly. “Well, I guess there’s always time for that. You did do this backwards, after all.”

I closed my bedroom door on my mother’s crazy relationship advice, then turned to my bed and lay down. Staring at my ceiling, I let the silly smile free that I had been trying to hold in. Jason had been different this weekend. He hadn’t been as standoffish. He had let me in. We had talked about his friends at school and his brother. I felt connected to him in a way I hadn’t before.

My phone started ringing, and I reached in my pocket to get it. Jason’s name was on the screen, and the happy giggle that erupted was one I hoped no one heard.

“Hello,” I said, unable to mask my happiness that he was already calling me.

“I wanted to hear your voice one more time. Once I get back, I have to study.”

“I need to do the same thing. I’m glad you called,” I replied.

I heard a soft laugh. “Good. I was afraid it might be too soon.”

“Hmm, maybe, but it’s cute,” I teased.

“Cute, huh? Do I need to remind you of my sexiness?”

This time I laughed. “Definitely not. I’m very aware.”

“Thought so. I’m hard to forget,” he replied.

“Agreed.”

He sighed. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay, be careful,” I replied.

When he hung up, I dropped the phone to my stomach. It was hard not saying anything more than that. Remembering that this was a casual thing was hard. There were no strings. Not that I intended to date anyone else, but still. The fact remained he could. And I wondered how I was going to handle it when he did.

* * *

The first part of the week, I stayed clear of all entertainment news and tabloids for fear I would see something with Jason in it that I didn’t want to see. When he hadn’t called me by Thursday, I caved and googled him to see if there was any news on him. But only old stuff popped up. There was news about Jax Stone’s new single and some photos of him and Sadie shopping on Rodeo Drive.

Friday I seriously considered going to Live Bay but changed my mind about five times during the day. By the time three o’clock rolled around, I had decided to stay home and work.

When my phone rang, it was almost four, and I ran for my phone. The sinking feeling hit when I saw Amanda’s name instead of Jason’s on the screen.

“Hey,” I said, trying not to sound too disappointed. I didn’t get calls from Amanda very often.

“Hey, Jess. It’s Amanda,” she said.

“I still have your number. Just because you hooked up with Preston and ruined all our partying fun doesn’t mean I disowned you as a friend,” I teased her. She was the kind of girl I would never be but often wished I could have been.

Amanda laughed. We had actually done very little partying. I hadn’t let it get too far. Back when Amanda had a wild streak, she had come to me to help her learn to have some fun. One night when she had gotten drunk, she’d let it slip that she was trying to get Preston Drake’s attention. He was the last guy she needed to be messing around with. Or at least, I had thought so. In the end she had wrapped Preston so tightly around her little finger that he’d cleaned up and stopped screwing his way through life.

“Yes, well, speaking of partying,” she said, “I’m having a birthday party for Preston tonight at the house. I just found out that even the single guys coming are bringing dates. And Preston just ran into a former teammate of his in town for the weekend and invited him. He has no date, and I don’t want him to feel like the odd one out. So I was hoping . . .” She trailed off.

“That I would come and make this an even number,” I finished for her, thinking that I would rather poke needles in my eyeballs.