“Look, Jax, I’m sorry. I know I’m being horribly rude. I really appreciate you and the guys helping me out last night, but I really, really have to go.” They were at her car now, and Sarah yanked her keys out of her purse. “I just have to –”
She stopped speaking, her eyes widening as she took in the damage. “Oh. Oh, no.”
“What?” Jax tore his eyes from her panicked face to look at the car. “Oh, man.
He walked around, checking the tires. Yeah, they were all slashed. That fucker.
“Oh, God.” She looked at her watch. Thirty-one minutes, and I just bet he senses that something’s wrong. I bet he even knows I’ve been hurt. “I’m not going to make it.”
“You got a plane to catch or something, doll?”
“I need to get home, Jax… can you call a taxi for me? Please? I need to… oh, God.”
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