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She went for my hands. “Stop it!”

I didn’t listen to her. I was used to three-hundred-pound men trying to tackle me to the ground. This was nothing compared to what my body went through on the daily.

In three strides, I tossed his ass out the door and slammed it in his face before I snapped around to get into hers.

“You need to go change because I can’t talk to you when your tits are in my face!”

In a matter of seconds, her hand was flying toward my face, but I caught it midair.

“Sophie,” I snarled, hanging on by a very thin thread. “I have no patience left. I’ve reached my max. Now go fucking change!”

She yanked her wrist out of my grasp. “I guess nothing’s changed, huh? You still think you can boss me around?”

“When you act like a child, you leave me no choice but to treat you like one.”

“Child?” she boomed, rip-roaring mad.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying it. Pissed off Sophie was always my favorite.

“I’m a grown-ass woman! I am not that naive girl you fucked over, Jax!”

“That’s rich coming from you, considering you’re the one who left my bed and vanished into thin air seven years ago. So tell me, Soph, out of all the times I was inside of you that night, which time did we make a baby?"

Her jaw clenched, and her hands fisted at her sides. “I already told you. He’s. Not. Yours.”

I was going to make her regret that lie.

Chapter Six

—Sophie—

I walked away from him and went to change, needing a minute to compose my thoughts. The anxiety I felt all day wasn’t from Ben, it was from him.

Jax.

Even after all these years, I still felt him.

How?

It didn’t make any sense, but nothing ever did when it came to him. The audacity of that man to just show up and bark orders like he had a right to. The brass balls on him never ceased to amaze me. I couldn’t believe he’d kicked Bradley out of my home, and what was worse was that Bradley just left.

Jax could be a serial killer for all he knew, and he’d left me for dead.

Way to pick them, Sophie.

I had the worst taste in men.

My mixed emotions were all over the place. I couldn’t keep up with the hurricane Jax was stirring in my life, and I hated that he had that much control over me as if I was still that little girl completely devoted to him.

How did he find out? After all this time? All these years? Who told him?

I threw on jeans and a white shirt while counting to ten, trying to calm my overly anxious nerves.

“I’m here to ask her to marry me.”

Those eight words rang over and over in my mind with no end in sight. He couldn’t be serious. Inhaling another deep breath, I opened my bedroom door and made my way back into the kitchen. Except Jax wasn’t where I’d left him. Instead, he was standing in front of the fireplace, holding the picture of newborn Ben in my arms.

I’d just had him, and my mom snapped that picture. She was the one in the delivery room with me.

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