Page 80 of Saving Her Heart
"It's vintage!"
"It's staying in storage or, I don’t know, don’t you have friends that own a bar where that thing can live?"
"Actually, I’m part owner of Hooplas." He has the decency to look ashamed for not telling me sooner.
"Jax—"
“I know, I know. I should have said something earlier. But in my defense, things have been a bit chaotic lately.”
Chaotic is one word for it. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” I point at the offending sign. “That thing is going there tomorrow. No arguments. You can visit it there.”
He kisses me quietly, and I let him. We've got time to figure out the details. Time we thought we'd lost but somehow found again.
And this time, we're not wasting a single moment.
Three nights later, we're at Hudson and Kate's house for what they're calling a "casual dinner" but feels more like an intervention. All the couples are here—Hudson and Kate, Kane and Grace, Declan and Riley, even Ian and Mia made it back from Palmera.
"So," Kate says, passing the salad, "how's living together?"
"It's been three days," I point out.
"Three very educational days," Jax adds, smirking. "Did you know Kendall organizes her spices alphabetically AND by expiration date?"
"Did you know Jax has seventeen different bottles of hot sauce?" I counter.
"Flavor profiles," he defends.
"Control issues," I shoot back.
"And they're off," Hudson laughs. "This is exactly how Kate and I were."
"Were?" Kate raises an eyebrow. "You still complain about my book organization system."
"Genre, then author, then publication date is insane!"
"Says the man who arranges his tools by frequency of use."
Kane leans back, bouncing Emma. "Grace and I skipped this phase. I just agreed she was right about everything."
"Liar," Grace laughs. "You hid your action figure collection for three months."
"They're collectibles!"
"They're toys," all the women say in unison.
Ian clears his throat. "Mia made a spreadsheet for my belongings. With photos. And subcategories."
"It was that or divorce," Mia says sweetly. "His 'system' was chaos."
"My system was intuitive!"
"Your system was 'wherever it lands,'" she corrects.
Riley sets down her wine. "Declan tried to bring his mother's couch."
"It had sentimental value!" Declan protests.
"It had bedbugs!"
