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“Don’t be sorry.” Anna waved off the innocent redhead’s concern. “I’m grateful. My hands are full with this one. The worst thing that could happen right now is to be carrying around two of these monsters. I was happy for it to be a false alarm.”

“It won’t be next time.” Wolf’s deep Russian grumble came through the door.

I’d gotten somewhat used to this man after living in the same building as him the last few months. Even though he had a house he went back to at nighttime, between the hours of dawn and dusk, he skulked around the clubhouse somewhere or other.

His ability to hide his presence, however, was something I’d never be able to adjust to. He was as silent as a ghost, appearing only when he wanted to be noticed.

He stepped through the doorframe, suffocating our small space. The newly rebuilt house had only a few rooms furnished, with the second floor and third barren except for the bedroom (which was just a mattress). The structure of the house had been completed only a few weeks prior, thus, we hadn’t had time to furnish it. Jax had wanted to get on with rebuilding the barn and a shed on the other end of the property that would be used as a distillery for his moonshine. How the club made a business of it this far north surprised me. Not many folks outside of the south liked their drink that potent.

Of the few complete rooms, one was the living area, and as much as I loved the old style of the house before, I went for something a little more modern in terms of furniture. The treated leather couches were a little misplaced with the wooden floors and the white washed walls, but the cooled material was the only thing that wasn’t irritating my hot skin, and it was my haven while I was taking these medications.

I sunk deeper into the cushion, taking little Freya in with me. She was snuggled under one breast and her little hands were clinging to the material, little mouth beginning to chew on the edge of my shirt. “I think someone is hungry,” I mused, feeling her saliva begin to paste over my skin.

Wolf moved to help take the little girl out of my hands, and I passed over the tiny pea, watching her be swallowed by his two palms. “Thanks,” I grunted. Wolf gave me a nod before shifting the baby over to her mother.

Freya cried up a storm before Mallory pulled a towel out of her bag to cover her chest before giving the little girl what she was demanding.

“Hiding those is a sin,” a voice popped out from nowhere. No one had to guess who it was.

“You’re back already?” I grunted as my large, dirt-covered princess dropped down on the couch next to me. I bounced, my body aching at the movement.

“Bastard,” I hissed.

“Sorry, babe,” Jax smirked, leaning over to press a kiss on my forehead.

“You’re boiling, get away,” I grumbled, shoving at his hot, sweaty body. He was a furnace on normal days, but with the medication, he might as well have been a boiling volcano. I glared at him, but it didn’t last long, as my gaze gravitated upward like it always did.

I frowned, and it was followed by Jax’s short laugh as he caught my expression.

“It’ll grow back soon enough.” Jax referred to his hair.

I missed the feeling of it brushing my face whenever he gave me a kiss, and now the short, cropped mass on the top of his head was mocking me at how slow it was growing. He had it shaved after the fire, and it had looked awful for the first months until his baldness disappeared, restoring the thick, lush head of hair. Now his fringe was just touching the midsection of his forehead,months after the fire.

I hated it.

“Never.” Jax leaned over my body, pressing yet another soft kiss to my wet forehead. It wasn’t until he pulled away that I noticed my head wasn’t being swept away.

“My fan!” I whined, turning to see that the bastard had turned it off.

“We’re on a meter, darling.” Jax gave me a sympathetic smile. “Can’t keep having these fans on all the time or the rest of the farm isn’t going to be rebuilt.”

“It’s my money,” I grumbled, looking away from the bastard.

“It was mine first.” Jax shrugged.

“So, what!” I growled. “I inherited it. It’s in my name now.”

Jax raised his palms in surrender, dropping the argument.

After Jacob had been declared missing for six months, all his assets were signed over to me as his legal wife. The farm, the race business, everything had been passed on to me. There had been an investigation for a few months and police officers came to my house. Even the club members had been questioned. But it wasn’t until the police became aware of Jacob’s dealings with Russian mercenaries that they legally declared him dead. I was a widow, and I had everything he had worked to steal.

I didn’t question Jax or Wolf or any of the other brothers on what had happened to him. I didn’t even entertain the possibilities. All Jax had said was that it was taken care of. That was all.

And that was all it would be.

The relief I felt in knowing that Jacob wouldn’t be a problem anymore was more than any guilt I felt over what had happened to him. Even if I couldn’t be sure.

It was possible he was still alive.

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