"Yeah, so did Jax."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," I said, "he wasn't big on those details."
"And you didn't ask?"
"Sure, I asked."
"And…?"
"And he said it was better if I didn't know."
She shook her head. "And you let him get away with that?"
"No. Not really. I mean, I told him I wanted to know everything."
"And what did he say?"
"He said – and I quote – 'Too bad.'"
"Too bad? That’s it?"
"Yeah. And then, when I pressed him on it, he tells me, the guy's lucky he only ended up in the bushes."
"As opposed to what?"
I winced. "Honestly? I didn't ask."
But the very next weekend, Iwasasking questions, and none of them were about Dominic.
Chapter 61
"But what were you fighting about?" I asked.
Jax gave a low laugh. "Trust me. You don't want to know."
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we were lying beside his pool in an oversized chaise lounge. The pool, along with the rest of the patio, was surrounded on three sides by the house, leaving the fourth side open for a magnificent view of the ocean.
I snuggled closer to him and gave a happy sigh. I felt like I was on vacation –orliving in one of the prettiest postcards I'd ever seen, complete with my own personal dream-guy lying right next to me.
We'd already gone for a swim and were now drying off in the open air.
I gave him a playful poke in the ribs. "No fair. I toldyouabout my fight with Allie."
I meant, of course, the huge argument we'd had back in Nashville.
I'd just given Jax a blow-by-blow of the whole thing, beginning with my announcement that I was moving in with my mom, and ending with Allie showing up at Jax's front door to rescue me from his evil clutches.
Next to me, Jax said, "First, tell me something. Who was yelling louder? Her or you?"
"Why would you wanna knowthat?"
"So I know what to expect when you get pissed."
I laughed. "You've seen me mad. I don't yell." Under my breath, I added, "Most of the time, anyway."
This was true. I wasn't a yeller, and I loathed drama. And yet, that argument with Allie had included a fair bit of both.
