Page 6 of Jaxon

Jaxon brought the motorcycle to a stop in front, the engine sputtering and dying into silence. He swung off and turned to help her dismount, hands clasping her waist to lift her down.

Rachel found herself reluctant to meet his eyes, afraid of what he might read in her own. But his fingers remained curled around her arm, compelling her gaze upwards.

“Thank you,” she said while grabbing her food, “for bringing me home.”

Jaxon walked her to the door, hesitating on the threshold. “You gonna be alright now?”

Rachel nodded. “Thank you for everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “My pleasure, darlin’.” He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking uncharacteristically nervous. “I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner again. Without the car crash this time.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the invitation. She should say no, knew he was dangerous in a way she couldn’t quite define. But those blue eyes were hard to resist, and the memory of his strength and kindness stayed with her.

Rachel took a deep breath, throwing caution to the wind. “I’d like that.”

Jaxon’s smile lit up his face, making her pulse jump. He squeezed her hand, a spark of heat and promise in his gaze. “It’s a date then. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 7.”

With a wave he was gone, the engine rumbling into the night. Rachel leaned against the door, wondering what she’d gotten herself into—and why she was already looking forward to it.

It wasn’t even two hours later, when she was curled up on the couch watching TV, when her phone buzzed with a text.

Unknown number: Hey, it’s Jaxon. Just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.

Rachel’s heart skipped, and she quickly added his number to her contacts before replying.

Rachel: I’m doing okay. Thanks to you. It was very kind of you to check on me.

Jaxon: My pleasure. I meant what I said earlier—if there’s anything you need, just let me know.

Rachel smiled, warmth flooding her veins. He seemed genuine in his concern for her well-being, and she found herself regretting her initial distrust of him. Maybe he wasn’t like the men from her past, after all.

Rachel: I appreciate that.

Jaxon: I should let you rest. Sweet dreams.

Rachel: Goodnight, Jaxon. Thank you again.

She set down her phone, a giddy feeling bubbling up inside. Her orderly world had been upended by this leather-clad stranger, and for once, she didn’t mind the disruption. There was something about Jaxon that made her want to throw caution to the wind and see where this unexpected connection might lead.

Rachel went to bed that night with a smile on her face, already anticipating his next message.

The next morning, Rachel woke to a text from Jaxon.

Jaxon: Morning sunshine ?? Hope you’re feeling better today.

Rachel: Good morning! I’m doing great, thanks to you. How are you?

Jaxon: Can’t complain. Had an early meeting at the clubhouse. Ready for our date tonight?

Rachel: Just working a shift at the hospital. Nothing too exciting. And yes, I am =)

Jaxon: A woman who saves lives for a living… very sexy.

Rachel: I work in the emergency room so never know if I will be saving a life or dealing with an overdose.

Jaxon: Bet you’ve seen it all in an ER.

Rachel: Unfortunately, yes, but it’s rewarding to help people during what is often the worst day of their lives.

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