Jax sat on a chair in the kitchen, watching Sarah. She was making some kind of pasta dish with seafood and a white wine sauce, and it smelled incredible. She looked happy and relaxed, and he found himself smiling like a f*****g lunatic, smiling at absolutely nothing. Just her.
“OK,” she said as she closed the oven door. “That needs to bake for about forty minutes, on low. You starving, or can you wait that long?”
“I’m starving,” he said. “And I can’t wait.”
“Oh, damn, Jax. Really? I’m sorry… you want something while you’re waiting?”
“Hell, yeah, I do.” He got to his feet now, advanced on her slowly. “You.”
Her eyes sparked. “Me?”
“You.”
He picked her up and carried her to the sofa in the living room. Carefully, he lay Sarah down, smoothed her hair back off her flushed face, then lea
