No, five.
“Fuck.”
By the time Jonas caught up to me, he looked exactly like a man who had been very abruptly woken up, hair messy, boxers low on his hips, no shirt, and somehow still calmer than I had ever been a day in my life. He stopped in the doorway just as my phone started ringing again.
I looked at him, already opening my mouth to explain, and then the screen flashed Dad one more time.
I answered on instinct.
“Hi, Dad.”
He did not even let me get another word out.
“Where were you last night?”
And there it was.
I winced and tried anyway. “I was here. In bed. I think I turned my ringer off or something.”
Even to my own ears, it sounded weak.
Dad was not buying it either.
“That is bullshit,” he snapped. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you last night and this morning. Do you have any idea what time it is here? I was half a second away from calling Jonasbecause if you were out partying after everything we talked about—”
Jonas held out his hand.
I stared at him for a second.
He kept his hand out.
There was no panic in his face. No hesitation. No let me think about this first. Just that same calm, steady look that said he had already decided what he was going to do.
So I gave him the phone.
He put it to his ear and said, very evenly, “David, she was with me all night.”
I went completely still.
I could not hear what my dad shouted back, only the volume of it, but it was loud enough that I did not need the words to know he was furious.
Jonas did not flinch.
“Yes,” he said, calm as ever. “All night. In my bed. It’s exactly what you think.”
I stared at him so hard my eyes actually hurt.
What the fuck was he doing.
Dad was still going off on the other end, voice sharp enough that I could hear the rhythm of it even if I could not make out the words. Jonas listened just long enough to answer.
“Yes, David, you can knock my teeth in when you get back if that makes you feel better,” he said. “But you do not get to be angry with her for this.”
Another blast of shouting cracked through the speaker.
Before Jonas could answer, the line went dead.
He looked at the screen once, then handed the phone back to me.