Page 20 of Tangled in His Embrace

By the time he said good night and placed his cell on the table nearby, he had almost forgotten about what had happened with Gabby. Almost.

There were no longer sounds coming from her room and he wondered if she was asleep or if she was lying there thinking about the fact that he’d been in her bed only a couple of hours ago. His mind immediately went to how it felt to have her under him again. No matter how much he tried to convince himself this thing between them was over, the pull he felt toward her wouldn’t let up, and it seemed to be the same for her.

Flopping onto his back, he tried to push away the memories and the hope that came with them. He wanted her. He always had. Leaving hadn’t changed that. And coming back sure as hell hadn’t either.

He had no idea how long he lay there, his mind going a million miles a minute, before he threw off the blanket and padded down the hall to her bedroom. The door was closed and the lights were off, but he could have sworn he heard the muffled sound of crying.

“Gabby? Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Go to sleep.” Her voice shook slightly and he knew he’d been right. His heart broke and all he wanted to do was comfort her.

Placing his palm flat on the door, he leaned his forehead against it and closed his eyes. She wasn’t going to accept his comfort. Not now.

He lifted his head, looking at the door in front of him—the door that separated them. If only that was the thing keeping them apart. A physical barrier could be removed.

Jax released a heavy breath, removed his hand, and whispered, “Good night, Gabby,” before heading back to his makeshift bed on the couch.

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