I guaranteethey haven’t.
“Please…” She brushes a strand of hair off my forehead. “Just come out for ten minutes.”
I might as well get it over with. Rip off the band-aid and just apologize to these guys. Because I need to suck it up and face the music at some point, if I’m really serious about wanting to make this thing work between me and Jax.
And I am serious about wanting to make this thing work. More serious than I’ve ever been about anything.
“Sure,” I say. “Let’s do it.”
And I take her hand and follow her down the hall.
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