One word: Clueless. That’s what Jett is. I could also describe myself in one word: Liar. The poor guy doesn’t even have a hot clue that there’s a little human waiting to be potty trained. I should have told him as soon as I found out. The guilt ate at me, but could you blame me? Jett is my brother’s best friend and having this dirty laundry out in the open would have destroyed more than just my sanity.
But still, my stubborn heart wants Jett and a family. And no, that’s not why I moved back home. That was just fate being cruel to me. Because you know, you reap what you sow. Now I’m cursing myself. Defeated, miserable, with a jar full of secrets. And my only saving grace? The person who could open that jar and break my heart all over again.