porcelain lid.
“Considering I’m not the one hiding in the head, I’m guessing you hate him, too.”
She touched his palm with her fingertips, forcing a brush of warmth to slide right through him. Taller than he believed, and curvy in all the best places, he noticed stepping back to let her out.
“I served him with divorce papers about twenty minutes ago.”
“Burn,” he exhaled, choking on her lack of decorum.
With no signs of visible nerves in sight, she popped the top to her small purse and pull out a tube of lipstick. “No coming back from that right? I didn’t want to pay for a process-server, and my lawyer advised me to do it in a public place.” She sauntered over to the mirror in the waiting room and refreshed the dark red color on her lips. Once she’d finished with her mouth, her eyes sparkled an even more brilliant shade of green.
“Who would have guessed he’d act like such a….” She screwed the cover on and threw the tube into her bag.
“Cry baby,” he offered.
“Bitchy baby,” she corrected. “But yours wasn’t too far off.”
“How long have you been married to Parker?” He volleyed into her corner.
“Long enough.” Lane sighed before she tiptoed her way up to the door. She shrugged. “You wouldn’t be familiar with a good way out of this joint?”
“What, no round two?” he asked, entertained by her.
“Honestly, I don’t have enough fight in me. I guess I never did for Parker.”
Jax filled the space between them. A whiff of a spicy perfume warmed his nose. With a Cheshire cat smile, the bombshell of a woman tilted her head up to look him in the eyes.
“After your smart comment about the Daughters of the Revolution, I’d imagine you can fight the best of them.” He elicited his first genuine laugh from her. “Go right down the hall until you reach the employees’ exit. This floor isn’t locked, so it will take you to the stairway. Head down to the third floor. That door will lead you toward the back of the hotel.”
“Should I ask how you’re privy to this top secret information?”
“Good luck, Lane.” He smiled before reluctantly taking a step away from her.
“Nice meeting you, Jackson Thornbird.” She pulled open the door and glanced both ways before heading into the hallway.
“It’s just Jax,” he told her before she got away.
“Okay then,” she said with a peek over her shoulder. “Goodnight, just Jax.”
Chapter Three
The present ….
The rapid beat of her heart increased her panic. Jax had managed to maneuver her from the driver’s seat. Unclear how it happened, Lane found herself riding shotgun.
Gears ground together before the car jerked them back onto the road. He shifted the BMW sports into reverse to pull it off the median.
“You cut your hair,” he noted.
Her tresses hung a couple of inches beneath her shoulders. Lane touched the soft layers around her face. Edgy is what she’d wanted but received a new do on the shy side of sweet.
Lane had lopped off almost a foot for Locks of Love charity. She’d also done it for a much sillier motive, not at all altruistic—breakup spite. Both reasons had seemed good at the time, but she still suffered from the slightest bit of insecurity about her cut.
“It looks great on you,” he told her with a wink.
Heat tightened her chest while she fought off the strange sensation of a crush. Her mind wandered to places best left alone. I’m a grown-ass woman . Which did not change the fact one good-looking man flirted with her.
Trying not to stare, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead. Everything about him set fire to her already singing nerves.
Lane resisted the urge to reach for the tips of his hair hitting his shirt collar. Big in every single way, he oozed sex appeal, a trait Parker never possessed.
Almost-instant guilt seeped into her. Her ex, Parker, a good-looking man, didn’t hold a candle to Jax. Even though women took notice when Parker walked into
“Considering I’m not the one hiding in the head, I’m guessing you hate him, too.”
She touched his palm with her fingertips, forcing a brush of warmth to slide right through him. Taller than he believed, and curvy in all the best places, he noticed stepping back to let her out.
“I served him with divorce papers about twenty minutes ago.”
“Burn,” he exhaled, choking on her lack of decorum.
With no signs of visible nerves in sight, she popped the top to her small purse and pull out a tube of lipstick. “No coming back from that right? I didn’t want to pay for a process-server, and my lawyer advised me to do it in a public place.” She sauntered over to the mirror in the waiting room and refreshed the dark red color on her lips. Once she’d finished with her mouth, her eyes sparkled an even more brilliant shade of green.
“Who would have guessed he’d act like such a….” She screwed the cover on and threw the tube into her bag.
“Cry baby,” he offered.
“Bitchy baby,” she corrected. “But yours wasn’t too far off.”
“How long have you been married to Parker?” He volleyed into her corner.
“Long enough.” Lane sighed before she tiptoed her way up to the door. She shrugged. “You wouldn’t be familiar with a good way out of this joint?”
“What, no round two?” he asked, entertained by her.
“Honestly, I don’t have enough fight in me. I guess I never did for Parker.”
Jax filled the space between them. A whiff of a spicy perfume warmed his nose. With a Cheshire cat smile, the bombshell of a woman tilted her head up to look him in the eyes.
“After your smart comment about the Daughters of the Revolution, I’d imagine you can fight the best of them.” He elicited his first genuine laugh from her. “Go right down the hall until you reach the employees’ exit. This floor isn’t locked, so it will take you to the stairway. Head down to the third floor. That door will lead you toward the back of the hotel.”
“Should I ask how you’re privy to this top secret information?”
“Good luck, Lane.” He smiled before reluctantly taking a step away from her.
“Nice meeting you, Jackson Thornbird.” She pulled open the door and glanced both ways before heading into the hallway.
“It’s just Jax,” he told her before she got away.
“Okay then,” she said with a peek over her shoulder. “Goodnight, just Jax.”
Chapter Three
The present ….
The rapid beat of her heart increased her panic. Jax had managed to maneuver her from the driver’s seat. Unclear how it happened, Lane found herself riding shotgun.
Gears ground together before the car jerked them back onto the road. He shifted the BMW sports into reverse to pull it off the median.
“You cut your hair,” he noted.
Her tresses hung a couple of inches beneath her shoulders. Lane touched the soft layers around her face. Edgy is what she’d wanted but received a new do on the shy side of sweet.
Lane had lopped off almost a foot for Locks of Love charity. She’d also done it for a much sillier motive, not at all altruistic—breakup spite. Both reasons had seemed good at the time, but she still suffered from the slightest bit of insecurity about her cut.
“It looks great on you,” he told her with a wink.
Heat tightened her chest while she fought off the strange sensation of a crush. Her mind wandered to places best left alone. I’m a grown-ass woman . Which did not change the fact one good-looking man flirted with her.
Trying not to stare, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead. Everything about him set fire to her already singing nerves.
Lane resisted the urge to reach for the tips of his hair hitting his shirt collar. Big in every single way, he oozed sex appeal, a trait Parker never possessed.
Almost-instant guilt seeped into her. Her ex, Parker, a good-looking man, didn’t hold a candle to Jax. Even though women took notice when Parker walked into
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