right: Sleep was what I needed.
“Hey, don’t go. I didn’t mean to offend you, I swear. It was a compliment.”
“Relax. I won’t rat you out to Logan,” I called back as I left the kitchen.
“No, seriously, come back. Have you had any breakfast? I make some killer omelets, no joke!”
I stopped and inhaled deeply.I was going to regret this.
“Okay, but they better be amazing.”
“You got it.” A satisfied grin curled his lips. “So, what you want?” He strolled back to the fridge and started pulling items out. “We got turkey, ham, a few kinds of cheese, every vegetable you could possibly want. Logan’s always pushing for the little man to eat the greens.”
“You decide. I’m not picky.”
“Obviously—you wound up with Logan.”
“Ha ha.”
“Kidding.” He held up his hands, chuckling. “So how are you doing? I mean, after yesterday...”
“I don’t really know, to be honest. It all feels like a bad dream.”
What was I saying? It just came out. He was way too easy to talk to. I blamed the charm that he exuded off him as easily as it did Logan. Oliver was going to have it easy when he grew up.
“I get that.” Jax pulled out a bowl and began cracking eggs into it. “You know, Logan’s crazy about you. He won’t let that ass fuck get away with what he did.”
I didn’t say anything. I just sat at the table watching him whisk the eggs, then take down a skillet from a rack hanging over the island.
I was afraid to ask what exactly Logan was capable of. Would Jax even know? The thought of Kurt getting roughed up in prison at that point didn’t sound so bad.
I recoiled. I’m a horrible person for thinking that. What was wrong with me?
“Can I help with anything?” I asked after a long pause.
“Nah, I got this. You just sit back and prepare your pretty mouth for what it’s about to devour.”
“Funny.”
He chuckled. “You say that now, but one taste and you’ll be begging for more.” He cocked a brow while chopping a green pepper with a swift hand.
“Begging for what, exactly?” Natasha asked, startling me when she rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway.
Ugh, I knew I should’ve stayed in bed—the king-sized, comfy, Logan-scented bed. I twisted in my seat and pretended to be distracted by something out the window as I blew out a breath.
“Natasha.” Jax’s smile was all ice.
“Jax,” Natasha replied with a grin as she strode forward. “Would you mind losing the death ray, little boy? You know you love me.”
“Nope, really don’t,” he fired back before refocusing on breakfast, pouring some egg mixture into the searing skillet.
“Mmm, now I know what you two were talking about. Smells divine.” She turned to me, offering a smile I wished I could believe was genuine. “Jax here is almost as good in the kitchen as Logan. Not quite up to par, though.”
Jax’s back was to us as he sprinkled in the fillings, but he took her insult in stride and didn’t miss a beat. “So, how was your trip, Natasha? Hope you didn’t get too lonely up there in the mountains.” He peered back over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. “I can assure you, Logan sure as hell wasn’t.”
Natasha held his gaze, unspoken threats flowing between them until his head snapped back to the pan and hers shot to me.
I held her gaze, not batting a lash. Bring it on.
The smile returned to her lips. “It was eye-opening, and turned out to be quite beneficial for me, actually.” She walked over and pulled out a chair beside me. “Jax has a way of annoying me like only a kid brother can, and it brings out the bitch in me at times. Sorry.”
I raised my shoulders. “Not my business.”
Her smile grew, and I mimicked it with my own. Both were fake and strained.
“Look, I think—” She sighed. “All right, I know you and I got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I had anything to do with that.”
“Honestly, I don’t know you, so we haven’t really had a
“Hey, don’t go. I didn’t mean to offend you, I swear. It was a compliment.”
“Relax. I won’t rat you out to Logan,” I called back as I left the kitchen.
“No, seriously, come back. Have you had any breakfast? I make some killer omelets, no joke!”
I stopped and inhaled deeply.I was going to regret this.
“Okay, but they better be amazing.”
“You got it.” A satisfied grin curled his lips. “So, what you want?” He strolled back to the fridge and started pulling items out. “We got turkey, ham, a few kinds of cheese, every vegetable you could possibly want. Logan’s always pushing for the little man to eat the greens.”
“You decide. I’m not picky.”
“Obviously—you wound up with Logan.”
“Ha ha.”
“Kidding.” He held up his hands, chuckling. “So how are you doing? I mean, after yesterday...”
“I don’t really know, to be honest. It all feels like a bad dream.”
What was I saying? It just came out. He was way too easy to talk to. I blamed the charm that he exuded off him as easily as it did Logan. Oliver was going to have it easy when he grew up.
“I get that.” Jax pulled out a bowl and began cracking eggs into it. “You know, Logan’s crazy about you. He won’t let that ass fuck get away with what he did.”
I didn’t say anything. I just sat at the table watching him whisk the eggs, then take down a skillet from a rack hanging over the island.
I was afraid to ask what exactly Logan was capable of. Would Jax even know? The thought of Kurt getting roughed up in prison at that point didn’t sound so bad.
I recoiled. I’m a horrible person for thinking that. What was wrong with me?
“Can I help with anything?” I asked after a long pause.
“Nah, I got this. You just sit back and prepare your pretty mouth for what it’s about to devour.”
“Funny.”
He chuckled. “You say that now, but one taste and you’ll be begging for more.” He cocked a brow while chopping a green pepper with a swift hand.
“Begging for what, exactly?” Natasha asked, startling me when she rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway.
Ugh, I knew I should’ve stayed in bed—the king-sized, comfy, Logan-scented bed. I twisted in my seat and pretended to be distracted by something out the window as I blew out a breath.
“Natasha.” Jax’s smile was all ice.
“Jax,” Natasha replied with a grin as she strode forward. “Would you mind losing the death ray, little boy? You know you love me.”
“Nope, really don’t,” he fired back before refocusing on breakfast, pouring some egg mixture into the searing skillet.
“Mmm, now I know what you two were talking about. Smells divine.” She turned to me, offering a smile I wished I could believe was genuine. “Jax here is almost as good in the kitchen as Logan. Not quite up to par, though.”
Jax’s back was to us as he sprinkled in the fillings, but he took her insult in stride and didn’t miss a beat. “So, how was your trip, Natasha? Hope you didn’t get too lonely up there in the mountains.” He peered back over his shoulder, a smirk on his lips. “I can assure you, Logan sure as hell wasn’t.”
Natasha held his gaze, unspoken threats flowing between them until his head snapped back to the pan and hers shot to me.
I held her gaze, not batting a lash. Bring it on.
The smile returned to her lips. “It was eye-opening, and turned out to be quite beneficial for me, actually.” She walked over and pulled out a chair beside me. “Jax has a way of annoying me like only a kid brother can, and it brings out the bitch in me at times. Sorry.”
I raised my shoulders. “Not my business.”
Her smile grew, and I mimicked it with my own. Both were fake and strained.
“Look, I think—” She sighed. “All right, I know you and I got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry if I had anything to do with that.”
“Honestly, I don’t know you, so we haven’t really had a
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