Summer Break (Phoebe & Madsen Part 2) by Andrea Johnston

Author:Andrea Johnston [Johnston, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Andrea Johnston
Published: 2017-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

Phoebe is up and dressed early this morning, thoroughly excited for her first day of work. Her excitement is contagious; I’m up with her, listening to her ramble on and on while she eats breakfast. Phoebe is pouring coffee in her travel mug when I hear three quick knocks on the front door.

Jackson.

Seriously, this guy needs to learn the definition of boundaries. Phoebe jumps up and opens the door before the fourth knock, and I can hear the two of them talking as they return to where I’m sitting at the kitchen table.

“Morning,” Jackson greets me. Not “Good morning” or even “Hey.” Just “morning.” Jackass. That’s what I call him now. He’s no longer Jackson.

“What’s up? We’re getting ready to head out,” I say, standing and tossing the keys in the air before catching them.

“Oh Mads, that’s why Jackson’s here. He’s working at the store today, so he thought he could drive me. Save you the trip.” Phoebe smiles at me and doesn’t seem to read anything into Jackson’s sudden desire to play taxi. I, on the other hand, am hip to his game. She walks up to me, bends over, and places a quick kiss to my lips, “You should get some surfing in while I’m at work.”

“I don’t mind taking you.” My eyes shoot to Jackson, who has poured himself a cup of coffee. In the week we’ve been here, he’s made himself right at home. Which is weird since his actual home is like thirty steps away.

“That’s silly. Pick me up though? Maybe we can grab a late lunch? I’m only working until two.”

“If you’re sure,” I reply while Phoebe nods her head in agreement and places another kiss to my lips and turns to grab her purse.

“See ya, Madsen. I’ll take good care of her.” Jackson’s last words sit like a bomb in my stomach. I don’t have a good feeling about leaving for New York in a few days. This fucker better recognize his place. And his place isn’t taking care of my girl.

Suddenly in need of something more strenuous than my shitty attempts at surfing, I put my cup in the sink and grab a protein bar from the stash in the cupboard. Taking a few bites as I walk back into our bedroom, visions of Jackass opening the car door for Phoebe and his cocky grin showing off his perfect teeth flash before me. I bet his parents paid a pretty penny for those teeth. I’m not a fighter by nature but something about that guy makes me want to change that.

I contemplate googling a gym nearby, preferably one with a boxing option. If I can’t smack that cocky grin off Jackson’s face, at least I can get in a good workout. But instead I opt to go for a run. Running isn’t my preferred form of exercise, but it’s one I’ve fallen back on time and time again. Once my shoes are laced and my earbuds secured, I head out the front door and take off at a slow pace.

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