Page 98 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Maybe,” Taylor said, with a shrug.
* * *
Later that night, Megan could feel Jax tense beside her in bed. “You know sleep deprivation isn’t going to make you catch this guy any faster.”
He huffed a breath out in the dark. “I want answers. The police aren’t sharing what they found in Ryan’s house yet. Joey and Annie would’ve gotten in and found whatever needed to be found already.” There was quiet frustration in Jax’s voice. Megan could tell he didn’t want to take out his frustrations on her, but his anxiety was almost stronger than hers. At least she had her music, her band, and even him, to take her mind off of things. He was a man of action. Sitting waiting to be attacked wasn’t his MO.
“There’s nothing you can do, Jax. Just try to stay in control. We’ll be in Baltimore by the time we wake up and then we’ll have a few hours before sound check at the hotel to relax.”
“I’m not going to relax until I break this fucking puzzle.”
She rolled over on top of him on the small bed. “I know something that’ll help you relax,” she whispered against his lips.
“No. Please don’t!” Taylor yelled from somewhere below.
“Mind your own business,” Jax yelled back, but Megan could feel his smirk.
“If you two start humping, it’ll be all our business.” This time the muttered reply was from a decidedly masculine voice from the bed below theirs.
Megan tried to muffle her giggles. Oh, god.
“She’s right, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re loud. Always have been.”
“Am not,” she whispered back.
“Baby . . . hate to break it to you, but you’re a screamer.”
“TMI, guys. T-M-I!” Nelly hollered, making Megan groan and tuck her face into Jax’s neck, causing him to chuckle loudly.
God, it felt good to laugh. It had been a long trip to Baltimore. And her nerves were stretched thin. Jax had barely talked to anyone. And while she’d played silly games to pass the time with Nelly, Taylor, and even Jason and Tamara a couple times, he’d stayed on his phone or laptop. Megan was glad to see bridges mending between her best friends and their childhood best friend, but even the insane stories Tamara shared about TNT back in her time didn’t draw Jax out. His foot bounced up and down relentlessly. So this easiness, the one they always shared, was a welcome distraction. The only thing better would’ve been a private room somewhere.
But alas, that would have to wait.
* * *
“I said only one entrance!” Jax yelled at the local security at the Royal Farms Arena in Baltimore.
“And I said it’s a fire hazard. We keep all doors open.”
Jax stood, pushing the table over on his way up. “Cancel it. Cancel the fucking concert,” he roared.
Over the ringing in his ears, he heard yelling and shouting but he didn’t fucking care. Taking out his phone, he called Ben. “Yeah, boss?”
“Get the girls, pick up our shit. Concert’s fucking cancelled. Tell Glen.”
“Uh . . . pardon?”
“You fucking deaf? Cancelled. On the bus in ten,” he said, stomping toward the stage where he heard the sound of drums and guitars being tuned.
“Jackson!” He heard Megan from the microphone. “Jackson. Come over to the stage, now, please. Honey.” It was in an acid tone.
He moved quickly until he was around the back and Megan was walking down. “Why is it that Glen over there has a huge throbbing vein about to pop off his forehead?”
“They don’t want to cooperate. We’re canceling.”
“They?” she asked, her arms around her chest.
“Yeah, they,” he snapped, loudly, sweeping an around toward the front of the arena. “The arena people.”
