Page 167 of One Bad Idea

We'd been back together for just a week, and already, I was getting spoiled on what had blossomed into an actual relationship.

Somehow, Jaden had convinced Darla to keep quiet about what she knew. As for myself, I'd been dying to tell Cassidy the whole crazy story. She was my best friend and the closest thing I had to a sister.

But she was also Jax's girlfriend. Oh sure, Jax might suspect that something was going on between me and Jaden, but he never said so.

For that, I was grateful. I had more than enough trouble at the office already, which also meant that unburdening myself to Cassidy was out of the question.

Sure, I realized that she could keep a secret, but I hated the thought of asking her to. More than anyone I knew, she deserved a little peace and happiness – happiness that I'd never risk by asking her to lie to the guy she loved.

Unless I was mistaken, they were hurtling pretty quickly toward something serious – at which point, I'd simply have to tell her, whether I was ready or not.

In the meantime, I was seeing Jaden on the sly – for now, anyway. Still, the clock was ticking.

Jaden had told me in no uncertain terms that he wasn't willing to hide it much longer. Even though I didn’t quite agree, I loved the sentiment, just like I loved the way he made me laugh, even as he drove me insane in more ways than one.

Did I love him?

Maybe.

Okay, make thatprobably.

No. Definitely.

Still, the bigger question was,did he love me?

I wasn't sure. When we were together, helookedlike a guy in love, but evenIrealized that looks could be deceiving.

We'd been back together for exactly one week when that girl – the one named Luna – called yet again.

I did the usual thing and told her that he wasn't available. But then, breaking with tradition, I didn't write the message down. Rather, I crossed the hallway, entered Jaden's office, and shut the door behind me.

He looked up and gave me a wicked grin. "Yes."

I frowned in confusion. "Wait, was that a question? As in 'yes, what do you want?'"

"No," he said. "It was the answer."

"To what question?"

He made a show of eying me up and down. "Whether I want a quickie." He smiled. "And the answer's yes."

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't come in here for a quickie."

"Good," he said, "because you weren't gonna get it anyway."

I scoffed, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," he said. "I was gonna take my sweet time."

A stupid giggle escaped my lips. "Oh, so the quickie was a bait and switch?"

"Pretty much."

"You're impossible. You know that, right?"

"Hell yeah," he said. "And you love it."

No. I loved him.But I'd die before I'd say it first. So all I said was, "I have a different question, and no, it's not related to a quickie."