We started to smile at one another, but it was as if, at the exact same moment, we both realized that Jersey was watching. She hadn’t witnessed Jackson’s confession after we captured Wolfhardt, so she didn’t know that we were aware of each other’s feelings. And that was no doubt for the best. At least for the time being anyway. Jackson cleared his throat and I turned away, busying myself with straightening my bed before I sat down on it. I worked hard to school my features before turning back around. “Where have you two been?” “Visiting Aidan and Kellina. Is that a problem?” Jersey asked drolly. Jackson didn’t answer. “Got some good news at Transport.” Jackson looked from me to Jersey and back again. “Go ahead. She knows the gist of what’s going on.” “No running your mouth, Jersey. You can’t—” “I know, I know,” she interrupted testily. “We’ve been through this once before. Remember? I actually helped last time.” Jackson grunted. “That’s debatable.”
