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I’m standing there, shirtless.

Wondering who is showing up right now…

Mila is here.

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MILA

So, let me get this straight.

I get a text from Willow that she’s sick. Like really sick.

I text her back and tell her I’m on my way over to help her out.

Never once does she mention that… Jax is here…?

Oh, and why the hell is Jax not wearing a shirt?

And he just walked out of Willow’s bedroom?

I’m half tempted to just turn around and leave.

I don’t want or need the story of him shirtless in Willow’s room.

Do it, Mila. Just leave. Right now. Don’t even think about-

“I thought Willow was sick,” I say in a really nasty tone.

The kind of tone that makes a guy like Jax want to mess with me even more than he already has been doing.

“I have a magical elixir,” Jax says.

The. Most. Stupid. Thing. To. Say.

“Oh, here we go,” I say. “Tell me the story of how your cum cures illness.”

Jax’s eyes go a mile wide.

He was not expecting me to say that.

But here I am, still engaging in something like a conversation with him.

I force my eyes up.

My eyes to his eyes.

It is one million percent perfectly not right for me to even think about looking elsewhere. I cannot and will not look at his broad chest or his round shoulders or those muscles at his shoulders and neck…

I should know what those muscles are called.

Better yet, I wonder if Willow sank her teeth into them.

Jax… shirtless…

I don’t want or mean to look down to see if his jeans or pants are…

“Okay, Willow text me that she’s sick. That’s why I’m here. What’s your excuse?”

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