At least with Brendon.
Making her way to the front porch, Jessie glanced back at the silver car parked in the driveway. The butterflies turned into swarming ants and suddenly she felt sick.
After rapping her knuckles on the door and not getting an answer, Jessie decided to try the knob. She knew that Braydon and Brendon were there because their trucks were. As the knob turned, that’s when she heard a woman’s voice.
“Brendon. Oh, God!” the woman shrieked.
Jessie was pretty sure her stomach was about to revolt. As the door opened all the way, she noticed Braydon and . . . Oh, crap. It was Cheyenne.
They were both leaning over Brendon, who was lying on the couch. Granted, she could only see his feet hanging off the end, but she knew it was him. She just couldn’t see exactly what they were doing because the back of the couch was facing the door. However, from where she stood, it told her enough.
What the fuck!
Braydon looked up, their eyes met from across the room, and she saw something she’d never seen there before. Was it fear? Guilt?
“Oh . . . my . . .” Jessie didn’t get the rest of her sentence out before she spun on her heels and took off toward her house. It would probably take about ten minutes to walk because the Walker property wasn’t exactly small, but at the moment, she needed to do something. It was that or she was going to go back and . . . and . . .
How could he? How the hell could Braydon do this to her?
He and Brendon were with Cheyenne?
The tears started to fall, and Jessie knew there was no way to dry them up so she let them. And when she finally made it to her front porch ten minutes later, she decided it was high time she did something she should’ve done long ago.
It was time to pack.
chapter TWENTY-FOUR
“What the hell are you doing?” Braydon asked Jessie half an hour later when he’d managed to get Brendon settled.
His heart was still pounding from the scare he’d received when Brendon went down like a ton of bricks. His brother had passed out, and although they’d been fiercely worried, they had concluded that it was more due to dehydration than anything else. Cheyenne had threatened to call an ambulance, but Brendon managed to talk her out of it.
The guy was pretty damn persuasive. Braydon would give him that.
Once Brendon’s color had returned and he’d accepted a glass of water, Braydon told Cheyenne he’d be back in a little while. She agreed to stay with Brendon, at least until someone else could show up. As he walked out his door heading for Jessie’s, he’d called his mother and informed her that Brendon had passed out. She was on her way over, thank God.
But now . . .
When Braydon stepped into Jessie’s bedroom and noticed she was packing a suitcase, suddenly the bottom dropped out of his stomach.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jessie yelled.
“Why the fuck are you doing this, Jess?” he asked, his throat threatening to close up on him. She was leaving? Seriously?
How the hell did this shit keep happening? If it wasn’t Brendon freaking out, it was Jessie. Braydon felt like he was on a fucking roller coaster that was on an endless loop, and the longer he stayed on the ride, the worse he felt.
“It’s clear you don’t need me anymore,” she ground out.
What.
The.
Fuck.
Braydon stared at her blankly, trying to figure out just what she was talking about. He’d known she had come over to his house; he’d seen her standing in the doorway, her face pale, her pretty blue eyes wide. But Braydon had been too busy to even greet her. His brother had passed out and all of a sudden she thought he didn’t need her anymore. Shit. He was pretty damn sure he needed her now more than ever.
He was that fucking scared.
“Jessie, please,” he begged, lowering his voice. “Talk to me.”
“I have nothing to say to you!” she screamed, turning to face him, the shirt she was holding fanning out around her. “You and Brendon have more women than you know what to do with. I have no intention of being second choice.”
“Second choice?” Braydon asked stupidly. “Help me understand this, Jess,” he asked, his anger replacing his confusion. He paused momentarily. “No. Scratch that. I don’t even know where to begin. Explain it to me.”
“You heard me,” Jessie snapped.
“I heard something about more women than I know what to do with. I’m not quite sure how the hell that fits in. My brother passes out and all of a sudden I’ve got more women than I know what to do with? How does that work exactly?”
“Brendon passed out?” Jessie asked, clearly concerned. Not to mention surprised.