Not the girl at my feet whose neck I imagined was Fallon’s as I tried not to strangle it but Fallon herself. The chick walked around my party as if this was her house, and she had friends here. She and Tate were acting like they were besties already, and Jax was smiling and chatting her up. Next thing I knew Jared was going to be talking shop about her motorbike or some shit. What was her game? Why come home willingly after so long when she practically ran from here two years ago? She was only going to be here a week. What was she doing? “Who is that?” Taylor, the girl sitting between my legs, had turned around and was questioning me. She looked over at Fallon and then back at me, and I realized that I’d been staring. Not good. I flashed a smile, trying to appear cocky. “Someone who likes to watch, I guess.” Fallon had been staring, too.
