Why is Black not answering his device?"
Jinx stood by the front of Black's gate, the cold metal of the railing pressing against her palms, tapping her heels on the cracked asphalt, waiting for a reply.
The morning air smelled faintly of gasoline and damp earth, and a light breeze tugged at her white hair.
"Has he forgotten I told him I will be coming over?" she asked, dissatisfaction knotting her stomach. Her breath misted in the cool air.
"Okay, if he's not coming out in two minutes, I'm leaving for work." She folded her arms on her chest, feeling the rough texture of her jacket against her skin, then tilted herself slightly.
"Three. Two. One. Fine, I'm leaving."
Just as she turned toward her Jeep, the door she had walked away from swung open with a sharp creak.
"So you're inside and—" she paused, staring at the faces of the broad-shouldered guys standing in the sunlit space, sweat glinting on their foreheads under the warm morning light.
