Jax stepped into the house, his body taking up an astonishing amount of space in the small room. He took it all in: the sparse furnishings, the cheap dishes on the counter, the effort Sarah had made at painting a bit of brightness into the kitchen.
Timid, shy, Sarah looked up at him, saw no judgment on that tough face. Not like Dave, who'd always acted like he was going to catch something every time he entered the house and breathed the air. More than once, she’d had to fight down the urge to ask him if he wanted her to fetch him a plastic sheet to sit on.
“Jax, this is my Mom, Annie Matthews. Mom, Jax Hamill.”
They regarded each other, both seeing quite a bit, neither one totally sure that they liked what they saw. From Annie’s side, she saw a whole lot of trouble and heartache – a h
