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“Damn, baby.”
“I want you, Sasha. So fucking much.” “Then take me.”
It shouldn’t have surprised me to wake up alone the next morning. Not after she’d been keeping me at arm’s length for three months. But damn if it didn’t burn. It really fucking burned.
I don’t mind snakes or spiders. But I think hyenas are creepy.” “Hyenas?” “Yeah. Why are their necks so long?”
“You’re carrying my Josephine. That’s not exactly freeloading.” My Josephine.
My Josephine. Two words and he made it real. He made it special. He made it so I wasn’t doing this alone.
“Tell me a lie,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to kiss me.” It came out so fast I couldn’t stop it. What was I doing? What was I saying? His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip. “Tell me a secret.” Only one secret came to mind. A secret I really, really shouldn’t say. But I did anyway. “I always want you to kiss me.”
She was going to have everything that I’d missed for ten years. Everything truly important in this world. Lucky girl. My girl. We weren’t alone. I wasn’t alone. And we lived in Montana.
Babe. Baby. Honey. Beautiful. Sweetheart. Jax didn’t use a single endearment. He used them all. He seemed to tailor them to his mood. Babe, for the normal moments when we were just talking. Honey, when he wanted to be sweet. Baby, when we were in his bed.
“Yes.” It smelled like spring. It smelled like a fresh start.
I tried not to panic that Jax had made sure to clarify this, not once, but twice. Temporary.
“Can I call you sweetheart now? Or are you still too mad at me?” I shrugged. “Give it a try, and see what happens.” “I’m okay, sweetheart.” He was okay. We were okay. If there was a shred of anger left, it faded away. I tilted my chin up, staring into his beautiful eyes. Then I rose up on my toes for a kiss. “Let’s go home.”
“It hurts.” She sniffled, wiping at her face as more tears fell. “Distract me. Tell me a secret.” “I love you.”
“I love you. I think I loved you the moment you tried to steal that shopping cart.”
“Tell me a lie.” “I hate Montana.” A grin tugged at my mouth. “Mission accomplished.” “Now a secret,” she murmured, still breathing hard. “Tell me to tell you a secret.” “Tell me a secret.” “I love you.”
A screaming baby girl. My Josephine.
“You heard?” “Yeah, sweetheart.” Jax kissed my damp hair. “I heard.”
“Tell me a lie.” “I’m not tired.” I laughed. “Tell me a secret.” “I love you.” That wasn’t a secret. We didn’t have secrets from each other, not anymore. So for the rest of my life, whenever he wanted a secret, I’d say the same. “I love you too.”
