Page 174 of The Last Good Man

Nothing on his face says he’s not serious about it.

He pivots to pull away from me when I stop him and lock his eyes.

“I need a cigarette,” I say quietly.

He studies my face before reaching inside his jacket and offering me one.

“A light, please?” I say.

He pulls his lighter out of his pocket, clicks it open, and lights my cigarette.

His eyes stay on my lips.

Not soft. Not tender. Not warm.

“Thank you,” I say and step away from him.

Emile and Joanna are gone. They must’ve returned to the table.

Pushing the nearby door open, I exit the restaurant and welcome the fresh air against my cheeks while Jax goes back inside.

Great.

We act like two strangers secretly having sex.

Shivering, I look up at the sky.

And that’s how my new addiction begins.

JAX

“Another beer? Scotch?” one of the guys says as I slide back into my seat and glance across the restaurant.

Melody’s date and his lady friend are back at the table.

They don’t talk to each other, but she seems pissed while he seems worried.

He keeps looking at the bar and obviously has an itch he can’t scratch.He won’t scratch it now for sure as his timing couldn’t be more off.

I don’t understand men who miss out on opportunities.

The opportunity presents itself, and they’re not sure.

They want to check different options.

Take their time.

Think about it.

Well… I’m glad he did.

“Is everything all right?” the brunette sitting next to me asks, sliding her hand up my thigh.

“Yup,” I mutter, pushing out of my seatat the same time.

I’m so hard any woman’s touch could make me blast my load right now.

“I’ll be right back,” I say to the men. “I need to make a phone call.”

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