“Hi, Red.”
“Jax?” Sarah was stunned. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to return something to you.” He paused. “Can I come in?”
She glanced behind her, and he squinted, trying to see what she was looking at. “Uh. I’ll come out.” She unlocked the screen door, and stepped onto the porch, partly closing the door behind her. He looked at her closely, taking in the makeup on her face.
“You did a good job covering it all up,” he said.
She blinked, confused, then she touched her cheek. “Oh. Oh, yeah.”
“How’s it feel?” He longed to push that glorious hair back off her forehead, check the stitches, but that wasn’t his place. “Your forehead?”
“Better.” She twisted her hands, looking agitated. She shot another quick look inside the house. “So, what are you returning?”
“This.” The necklace da
