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I wasn’t lying. If he ever tries to hurt my woman, there will be blood, which won’t be mine. Once he’s gone, Peter and I return to the car.
“Damn, Jax,” he says. “You went hard.”
“I had to,” I reply. “I can’t let him threaten her and make her feel scared in her own home.”
“Something tells me you’re not talking about Mallory.”
There’s nothing to say. He’s right. I can’t deny it.
I did this for Zoey.
CHAPTER15
Zoey
I’ll be there in ten minutes,Jax texts, my belly buzzing with the most energetic butterflies. Despite everything, this is our first date.
Natasha grins at me from the other side of the library desk. The same grin lifts her lips whenever she sees me check my phone. At least somebody can enjoy this without thinking about all the ways it could crash and burn.
“You look great,” Natasha whispers. “Ready for your first proper date.”
I smile with her, allowing some of her enthusiasm to seep into my mood. Just because there’s disaster lurking, it doesn’t mean I can’t savor the joy. It just means I have to pretend this day, this date, is all that exists.
“Thank you,” I reply. “I just hope nobody sees us.”
“He said he’s taking you outside the city, right?”
I nod. “Yeah, the chances are low, but sneaking around, hiding our relationship…”
“Relationship?” Natasha says. “That’s a big word.”
“It is, but it feels like it fits.”
Her smile widens, and then we go on with our reading. A little while later, my phone buzzes again.
I’m waiting outside, and I’ve got good news.
I gather up my courage, forcibly slowing my breathing.
“Hey.” Natasha stands, placing her hand on my arm. “Forget about everything else. You deserve to enjoy this.”
“It’s not that, not just that.”
“No?”
“It’s seeing him in person. Everything is so much easier over text.”
“You can’t have a relationship solely over text, and you have no reason to be nervous. He’s clearly as obsessed with you as you are with him.”
“Who said I was obsessed?”
She tilts her head, giving me a knowing look.
“Okay, guilty.”
I leave the library, shouldering my bag, thinking about what Natasha said about my outfit. Since I knew I’d be meeting Jax after work, I wore my most stylish jeans today, faded blue with tears dotted here and there. I’m wearing a long-sleeved shirt that matches my black boots.
My efforts are rewarded as I approach Jax’s car. He climbs out, his pecs practically tearing through his pale green shirt. His eyes roam shamelessly up and down my body, the curve of his smirking lips telling me he’s pleased.
