Page 25 of Game Changer
“Hi, you must be Riley,” I say to the woman Jax just hugged.“Nice to meet you.”
She shakes my hand, bemused.“Um, yeah, hi Molly.”
“My dad,” Jax says.“Mark Wynn.”
“Mr.Wynn.”I shake his hand too.He smiles, and I see the interest in his eyes.He glances back at Jax.
“Call me Mark,” he says.“Pleased to meet you, Molly.”
Jax continues the introductions, and I start to lose track of who everyone is.Jax greets Taylor, whom the party is honoring, with a friendly hug and says, “Last time I saw you, two guys were fighting over you.”He slides a sly glance at JP, her fiancé.
What?I’m so curious I could burst!
Taylor laughs.“Oh yeah.”
“Welcome to the family.”
“Thank you.”
But there are more.I keep smiling and shaking hands.Finally he introduces me to his grandfather, Bob Wynn, and his wife Chelsea.
Jax was right.Chelsea’s stunning, her blonde hair in a wavy bob, her makeup impeccable, and her slim black pants, silky tank top and heels are all killer.
“It’s Jackson,” Chelsea says to Mr.Wynn in a low voice.
Oh God.What if he doesn’t even remember Jax?I cast a quick look at Jax and bite my lip.
Bob Wynn eyes Jax.“Haven’t seen you in a while, Jackson.”
“No, sir.”Jax clears his throat.
Okay, at least he recognizes him.
“Surprised you’ve lowered yourself to join us.”
“Ouch,” Jax mutters.
“Or maybe it’s just me you haven’t wanted to associate with.”
My insides tighten as I watch the exchange.
“Pretty much,” Jax agrees.
Mr.Wynn barks out a laugh.“At least you’re honest.”
“Iamhonest.”Jax tips his head to one side.I can see he doesn’t know what to say.He clears his throat.“I’m sorry, Grandpa.”
Bob Wynn nods.
Jax looks at Chelsea.“We need to talk.”
She tilts her head, clearly surprised.“Of course,” she murmurs.
“We’ll talk more while I’m here,” Jax adds to Mr.Wynn.
“Huh.You assume I want to talk to you after all these years,” Mr.Wynn says gruffly.
Eep.Mr.Wynn’s a little salty.
