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She purses her lips together. “Yeah, maybe… So, what about when you went home? Was it better then?”

“No, just a different kind of weird.”

“What do you mean?”

I explain to her how the apartment was so unlike me and my personality and all my things were tucked away in boxes in the closet and she scowls.

“What are you talking about? Your place is full of pictures and little trinkets from all the places you’ve travelled.”

I stare at her, trying to piece together what she’s saying. “No… there was nothing. It was like the whole place was devoid of life… Why would Gavin put everything away?”

“Maybe he didn’t,” she answers with a shrug. “Or maybe he thought he was helping.”

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” I whisper as I take a bite of my sandwich. She brushes it off as a smile stretches across her face.

“We can figure all that out later. Tell me all about Moose.”

I scrunch my nose up. “Why does everyone keep calling him that?”

“You haven’t heard the story?” Amusement shines in her eyes and I shake my head. What kind of story ends with Sawyer earning the nickname ‘Moose’? “Oh, Lord. Okay, the way I heard it, Sawyer was dating this girl who was cray cray, right?”

I nod, Sawyer’s words about always picking the wrong woman coming back to me.

“Anyway, he realized that this chick was off her rocker and broke things off with her. Well, this bitch got it in her head that she was going to kidnap him to get him back.”

My eyes widen and I cough as I choke on my food for a second. “What?”

“Right? So anyway, she showed up to a party at the clubhouse and when Sawyer went upstairs to go to bed or something, she cornered him in the hallway and shot him with a tranquilizer dart. Apparently, as he was passing out, he started moaning like an animal and the boys dubbed him “Moose”.”

“Poor Sawyer,” I muse, scowling at my sandwich and she sucks in a breath.

“Oh my God, you really like this guy, don’t you?”

Heat rushes to my cheeks as I meet her eyes and nod. “You have no idea how much.”

“Wait. What happened between Miami and here? Tell me everything.”

“It was instant, Mer,” I tell her, my mind drifting back to seeing him in the diner parking lot as I shake my head. “Like from the moment I laid eyes on him, there was something there but at first, it was easy to push away. Then, we shared a hotel room and when we woke up the next morning, I was in his arms and God, I don’t even know…”

“Jett… I’ve never seen you like this about a guy.”

I arch a brow. “Not even with Gavin?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were in love with Gavin and I think you were truly happy but it wasn’t this look you’ve got in your eyes right now. What happened after the hotel?”

“We spent the day together driving to Baton Rouge and we talked… about everything. Once the conversation started, it didn’t stop and for lunch we stopped at this restaurant but the waitress was so rude that we left and he made a picnic in the back of his truck.”

“Stop it!” she squeals. “That is so cute.”

I nod. “I know. Like how am I supposed to not like him when he’s doing stuff like that?”

“Did anything else happen?”

I tell her about how he wouldn’t let me stay at the sketchy hotel and how he showed me the note from his ex when we got to the house.

“Thank God, he didn’t let you stay at some gross motel. Why would you even suggest that?”

I shrug. “I only have nine hundred dollars unless I take more out of the ATM but if Gavin’s looking for me, that will tip him off.”