“Christ!” Jax shoved his hands through his hair. “It’s like arguing with your mother!” Jax and Reva froze as the weight of the words settled over them. Joey pressed a hand to her mouth. “You’re not talking about Sheila,” Reva said, finally. She scuffed the toe of her boot into the sawdust. Jax ran a nervous hand through his hair. “No. I’m not. Shit. I’m sorry. I just got caught up—”
