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I was into the episode when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I was half expecting it to be Blake, being childish, so my eyes widened when I saw Zane’s name across my screen.

Why did my stomach drop like that?

Fuck, that wasn’t healthy. I opened the message.

‘So, mom was thankful for our help today.’

Just reading something from him caused a stupid smile on my face. I quickly answered back.‘Here I thought you just made those jobs up…’

‘ ;) wouldn’t do that.’

‘Uhuh…’

‘You busy?’

I glanced at Blake, who hadn’t noticed I was on my phone yet.‘Just at Blake’s.’

‘Leave you to it then.’

I chewed my bottom lip. How did I get across to Zane that Blake and I weren’t doing anything like that? Why I wanted to get that across to him, I wasn’t sure…but I did.

‘Can’t miss out on the details of his latest woman, can I?’

Was that clear enough? Why the heck did I care so much? My questions were interrupted when my phone buzzed again.

‘Haha, good friend aren’t ya. Coming home soon?’

I snuck a glance at Blake. Usually, I would stay the night, but if I had a reason to head back to the pack house, I’m sure Blake wouldn’t care. ‘Not sure.’I sent back to him.

‘You should.’

‘Why?’

My heart seemed to beat faster than it should, and I was surprised Blake hadn’t turned to see why I was having a heart attack.

Then my phone buzzed again.

‘Cause I want to see you.’

I bit back a grin. ‘That’s a bit sweet.’

‘ ;) so?’

Zane, the tattooed, muscular sex beast of a man, wanted to see me? Why did that make something in my stomach flip-flop around?

‘Yeah, I’ll be home soon.’I re-read it twice before sending it. Was it wrong to want to spend time with him? And if it was so wrong, why did I enjoy talking to him so much?

It was official! I was turning into a hormonally crazed teenager.

Chapter Twenty-six

I may have felt like a lousy friend ditching Blake early, but now I just felt terrible altogether. For some unknown and stupid reason, I had expected Zane to be waiting up for me.

So, my shock lasted a few moments then was replaced with this terrible feeling of disappointment.

I had slowly walked up to my room and not once did Zane show his face. I had even sent him a message half an hour ago, saying I was heading home.