Page 40 of Reckless and Rooted
“Fine. We’ll take it,” Bonnie says, her fingers moving over her phone, typing in the details for the appointment as they’re spouted off to her.
“I don’t think he wants the school to happen, Bon. It’s going to be tough.”
“Jax, you don’t know me very well, but I’m not the type to back down from a fight,” she says, marching us in the direction of her truck.
I hop in the passenger side, eyeing her. “You’re a spitfire, aren’t you?”
“Your brother doesn’t seem to mind,” she says automatically, flinching when she realizes her implication.
“Ugh.” I slap my hand over my eyes. “Too much information.”
But I laugh when she reddens, and she reluctantly joins me. “So where do I need to take you?”
My truck was at the bakery, but there was only one place I really wanted to go.
Without hesitation, I direct her to Felicity’s new house.
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Laughing out loud,I cover my mouth with my hand, praying that I don’t have ice cream come out of my nose, and try to swallow it down.
I point at him accusingly. “You tried to do that.”
He looks at me, his brown eyes sparkling at me under the dim lights on the street, and reaches over with his arm, pulling me toward him. His free hand reaches up to wipe ice cream off of my face before he leans forward and finishes with his mouth.
I am walking a very fine line.
I’d been over at my new house, watching Graham and his crew put on the finishing touches when Jax showed up, ready to help Graham out.
I saw the moment his eyes found mine. Instead of recoiling or flinching away like they did those first few weeks, he held my gaze in his. A genuinely warm smile lit his features.
After the guys were nearly done with work, Jax asked if I’d like a walk into town to get some ice cream. My house was only three blocks from town, so I nodded and agreed like nothing bad could come from it.
Since our date the other night, Jax has called me a few times, sent good morning texts every morning, and found me around town whenever he could.
I was slowly slipping back into the natural way we always found each other, and I was terrified about what it could mean.
Jax seems to have intentions far past hashing the past and getting to know each other again, and I was fine with that.
A little too fine with it, if I was being honest.
Because I was going to be a mother in four months. Less than four months and Jax still didn’t have a clue.
But as I look up at him, my gaze latched onto his and his hold on me tightening tenderly, I can’t see myself walking away.
So I have to tell him.
I have to tell him before this goes even one step further, even if he hates me, even if he never wants to see me again.
“Jax, I need to tell you something,” I say, pressing a hand to his chest, but his eyes just remain on mine, his smile calm and tender.
“What’s that?” he asks, waiting patiently.
“I—”
“Well, we finally fucking found him, boys.” The voice that interrupts me is foreign to my ears, and I turn to see three guys stalking toward us on the sidewalk.
