Jojo’s P.O.V.
I barely had time to catch my breath, my lips still tingling from kissing Raven Miller, when a hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I turned just in time to see Eva’s wide eyes staring at her, full of urgency.
“Jojo, where on earth were you,” Eva said, pulling me toward the bar’s exit.
“Uh, I was kinda busy,” I muttered, glancing over my shoulder. Raven was still in the hallway, so I couldn’t see him anymore. A tiny part of me ached to go back to him, to see where the night could take us, but one look at Eva’s face told me this wasn’t just about dragging me away for some girl talk.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just got a call—Jack’s sick. I’m sorry but I have to head back home.”
That was all she needed to say. My heart lurched. Jack, Eva’s adorable two-year-old, was the kind of kid
