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Jax takes a sip of his beer before he replies. “It’s fine.”
“Okay,” Molly shrugs. “Just so you’re prepared.”
“Prepared for what?” I ask with a smile as I walk toward them both.
Jax holds out a beer for me and I take it from him; my fingertips brush his hand, reminding me of the things he can do with those fingers. Stop it, Lucia!
“Well, Jax and Shannon always had kind of a thing.” Molly whispers.
“Oh?” I keep the smile plastered on my face but I don’t like the sound of this.
Jax shakes his head but he lets her go on talking.
“But now Shannon is engaged to the local veterinarian. They get married next month.”
Now this I do like the sound of. “Oh?”
“I’m just making sure Jackson here isn’t going to find it too awkward,” she winks at me.
“We were never anything serious, Molly.” He frowns at her.
“Well you and she used to hook up every time you came down here, so you know…” Molly shrugs. “I bet she’d have married you if you’d asked her.”
Wow! Now I don’t like this again and I’ve already decided that I don’t like Shannon.
“No she wouldn’t,” he shakes his head and takes another sip of his beer. “But more importantly, I don’t want to marry her.”
“Oh of course. Jackson Decker. The eternal bachelor.” She rolls her eyes but she smiles at him. “My only nephew. I have no children of my own. I will never get any babies to spoil, will I?”
“I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to you.” He leans in and kisses her cheek.
“You could never be,” she chides him. “I’ll make do with my horses.”
I watch the two of them. They share such a close bond that I wonder again why Jax doesn’t spend much time here.
“You should show our guest around the place,” Molly says, “while I wash up.”
“Oh, please, let me wash up,” I insist as I take one of the plates from the counter.
“No guest of mine washes up after their supper,” she says as she slaps my hand away. “Well, at least not on their first night here.” She winks at me and I laugh.
“Come on. I’ll give you the tour,” Jax says before he finishes off the last of his beer.
I place my bottle on the counter and follow him outside. We walk through the huge yard at the front toward the stables.
“So you grew up here?” I ask.
“Yup. Until I was thirteen.”
“Why did you leave?”
He frowns and sucks on his lip.
“I’m sorry. If you’d rather I didn’t know, that’s fine.”
“It’s not that.” He shakes his head and sits down on a wooden bench.
I sit beside him. “What then?”
