“Nothing ever happened between us,” I said smoothly. “Maybe not then,” Jax said. “If you keep playing house every night, it’s only a matter of time. First, you’ll notice the little things. Then the big things. And then she’s all you can think about.” He took a step. “You ready for that, Ian?” Something simmered underneath his words, and I tried to pluck out what that might be. “You projecting your own shit onto me, Jax?” The big man went quiet, and now it was his turn for his jaw to clench.
