Page 47 of Chaos
Could there be a piece of that wild, sexy man who would want to be a dad?
My phone vibrates where it’s wedged beneath her elbow, making her giggle.
Unknown: I’m outside. Want to say hi?
My stomach tightens. I scoop up Maeve, run to Anna’s door, and knock in a panic. Flinging it open before she replies, I rush to her bed.
“What the hell, Sof?” She’s stretched out, her cell in one hand and the last of her sandwich in the other.
“I got another no-name text. I know it’s not Brody, he’s saved under ‘Asshole’. Can you keep her back here until I figure out what’s going on?”
She rolls onto her side, tucking her shoulder under her ear. “Over a message? What did it say?”
“That they’re outside.”
Her blue eyes widen, and she sits up in one motion. “Yes, of course!” She pulls a squealing Maeve onto her lap and wraps her arms around my baby protectively. “Do I need to call the cops?” Her thumb hovers over her phone.
“Not yet. But, be ready.” I pull the door around behind me.
I wish I had a baseball bat.
Or a gun.
I’ve never had the urge to fight back, but that was before I had a child.
Slowly pulling the curtain back, all I can see is the dark form of a motorcycle parked in the street.
Shit. Brody rode one here yesterday.
The knock reverberates through the living room and makes my heart nearly stop beating.
It isn’t the same forceful pounding he used last time.
Grabbing my keys in my hand, I thread them through my knuckles.
I really need to get a better weapon.
Or maybe a big dog. I bet Maeve would love that.
When I slowly open the door, a dark shirted figure is leaning over my small handrail.
“What do you want?” I hiss through the narrow gap.
“Oh!” Jax turns around. “I was starting to wonder if you were home.” His broad smile is highlighted by a big bouquet of lilies and yellow roses clutched tightly in his hand. Just like my mom used to have scattered around the house. Yellow was her favorite color.
My absolute shock at his presence has me forgetting to be guarding the house. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He holds out the flowers to me. “It’s later.”
I must have a confused look, because he laughs.
“You said you’d go on a date with me ‘later’. Well, that’s now.” He starts to step inside, but I shift so I’m blocking him.
“This isn’t how that works, Jax. How did you get my number?” I toss my keys back on the table. I can think of better ways to punish him if he gets out of line.
Like sitting on his face.
Oh, man. The way his eyes work over me makes my thighs rub together.