Page 83 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Yes, of course.”
“Okay. I’ll bring him to you this afternoon.”
“And stay for dinner?”
“Yes. Sounds good. Say hi to Dad for me.”
Megan’s creative juices were not flowing. When she was stressed she either wrote music or gardened and right now she wasn’t able to do either of those things. Most of her things for the upcoming tour were already packed, so finding herself with nothing to do was rare. She sat outside looking out over the skyline, watching the cruise ships that lined the Port of Miami across the MacArthur Causeway. It occurred to her that although she’d been all over the world, besides the brief trip to the Bahamas with Jax, she’d never really been on a trip just for fun.
And just like that, all her plans to focus on herself and her music were out the window and she was thinking about Jax again. She should have fought harder for him five years ago. She should have fought harder for him two nights ago. This thing between them wasn’t just stress and proximity. It wasn’t just sex or passion, though they certainly had both of those in spades. No, he was running from her, running from his feelings, and she needed to know she’d done everything she could to salvage the relationship before acknowledging it was really over.
Over before it really started.
Ugh.
She didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want to be with her, but before she faded out of his life forever, Megan needed to hear it direct from Jax. She needed him to say flat out that he didn’t want to be with her.
She would try one last time.
She picked up the phone and called him, but it went straight to voice mail. “Hi it’s me. So, I was thinking . . . we did three of the five things. The Bahamas, the planetarium, and Fantasies. You owe me two more—or should I say, I owe you two more. Anyway, I miss you, Jax, and I know you’re pushing me away, and I don’t know what to do to make you stop. I can’t be the only one feeling this thing between us. This could be the start of something great. Please call me or come over or . . .” a lump formed at the back of her throat, “ . . . just stop pushing me away. Come home, please.” And with those final words, she hung up. She stared out at the port for a while while finishing her tea, then decided to dress, pack up Rambo’s things, and go have an early dinner at her parents’ house.
* * *
Home.
She’d wanted him to come “home,” as if he lived there with her. Truth be told, he liked being at her house, with her. But right now, almost losing her, knowing it had been his fault, his head was a fucking mess.
Had he just checked the fucking driver’s seat . . .
Had he been focused . . .
If he hadn’t been kissing her . . .
The fucker had a knife to her throat. He could have driven off and taken her to God knows where. All these things were whirling around his head as he sat in his office waiting for news of ICS’s latest mission.
“Whatcha doing here this late?” Joey asked, sitting back on the chair in front of Jax’s desk.
“Going over the plans from the venues.”
“For Megan’s tour?” Joey asked. Jax nodded. “The guys already did that. I did that.”
“Well, I want to go over it myself.”
Joey rolled his eyes. “Still not getting any, I see.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Annie’s bitching about wanting to go out in the field again,” Joey said, pinching his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
“Why don’t you let her? She’d be an asset.”
“Are you crazy? No fucking way. Ma would have my head. Plus, it’s safer here.”
“Behind the desk?” Jax said. “She doesn’t want that.”
“I’m not talking about it anymore. Just wanted to give you the heads-up in case she comes bitching your way.”
“I’m not getting between you and your sister.”
