But no matter what I was doing, where I looked, I could always find Jax. There was an invisible tether between us. A tie that stretched tighter as the night progressed. He laughed with some of the guys as they clustered near the bar, shooting me that smirk when I glanced over. When his grandmother pulled him into a hug, his smile widened when he caught me watching. Every time I moved from one table to the next, he seemed to shift, too, keeping me in his line of sight.
