"You're going to teach me to lie?" I asked, positive I'd misheard him.
"Yup." He opened the passenger door and nodded for me to get in.
I did and hooked my seat belt. There were so many questions racing through my mind, but I had no idea where to even start. Why was he going to teach me to lie? And why was I happy about it? I hated lying.
Jax slid in behind the wheel, started the engine, and then pulled onto the road. He drove for about fifteen minutes before pulling off onto what looked like a dead end street. Sure enough, the road abruptly stopped.
I scrambled out of the car, eager to see what was over the cliff. The far edge of town stretched below me, the buildings nothing more than tiny pinpoints against the vast greenery.
"It's mostly quiet up here," Jax said, coming to a stop next to me. "Sometimes, at night, teens will come up here to you know." The corner of his mouth lifted in a teasing grin.
"This view is amazing."