Same Time Next Week (Ch 49)

"I wish I could quit you," Shelby whined at the phone as she slid it away.

She had tentatively committed herself to seeing him the following night. On a non-Thursday, which was going to be weird, as much as she secretly longed to see him more. She was almost sure she could get out of Antigua early. She wasn't sure if she wanted to.

Their last date had been... strange. Out of place and emotional. She wanted to write it off as an anomaly. They hadn't talked about it and she didn't want to talk about it. She'd expected him to be freaked out, standoffish or even more demanding about getting information from her, but he wasn't. It was business as usual, for Jackson. Maybe he had given up his quest for knowledge about her. He must have been so confused, twisting in the wind that the tornado of her thoughts had become and hanging on for dear life. 

Shelby had a lot of thinking to do. A ton of thinking to do and some decisions to make. Either she was going to break it off with Jackson— because she couldn't bear to hurt another man the way she had hurt Lucas, dragging him along in her little game until he was too far gone, and was willing to give her the world, if she would stay.

Or she would bare her soul to Jackson. Spill everything, give in to having feelings of the more-than-friends-with-benefits kind and hope that his feelings for her weren't diminished when the information he had been hounding her for came to light. She had real fear for how much he would hate her, how much he would hate how conniving she was.  

Used to be.