Page 29 of Timeless

“Was it one of those chick flicks I used to get you?” I was interested and she shook her head. “It wasn’tGrease, was it?” I wanted to groan but didn’t. She used to purposely make me suffer through that movie.

She smiled. “No, but if you really want to watch it, I do have it recorded.”

I would not let the first movie I watched out of prison be fuckingGrease! “No,” I grunted. Nope, not happening. No matter how much I loved her, I would not let the first thing I watch be that.

“Come on, Jax, you know you want to.”

“Stop it.”

She picked up the remote with the largest grin on her face. I knew that grin; it usually came when I was suffering.

“Don’t you dare push play!” I said as the television come to life.

She started scrolling through what I assumed was recordings. I wasn’t up with technology. That happens when you are locked up for six years but the world isn’t. So, I get dragged back to medieval times while the world speeds up.

I groaned. “Why! Why must you torture me!”

She giggled. “I always loved watching you watch this movie.”

“I’ve never watched it.” I would never admit to ever watching it. Period.

“Sure, you haven’t.”

I took my eyes off the television. “Well, I’m just going to watch you, not it.” My eyes were locked on her and her cute frown.

“I don’t sing and dance. I’m not nearly as entertaining.” She glanced at me. “Look at the television, Jax.”

“Nope.”

“Jax, you cannot spend the next two hours just staring at me!”

“Watch me.” I had missed her more than she would ever know. So, watching her for the next two hours wasn’t even close to getting a full dose of her.

She looked at me like I couldn’t be serious then pursed her lips. “I think you are more stubborn then me.”

“I’m not stubborn.”

“Pig-headed then.”

“Not pig-headed either.”

She narrowed her eyes at me. “How about insufferable?”

I grinned. “Only to you.” I don’t think I’ve grinned in years. But she had me grinning.

I watched her frown and her hand went to her mouth. She looked sick.

“Are you okay?” I didn’t mean to touch her but my hand went to her knee. I took the wine glass from her hand and placed it on the floor.

She slowly took her other hand from her mouth, still looking sick. She had gone pale.

“You aren’t pregnant again, are you?” My hand stayed on her bare knee. It would make sense if she was. Wanting to give Jack a brother or sister. She seemed to really care for the dude she was with. Made sense they would be starting a family.

But I would never be able to bring myself to believe Amber loved him. I would always say she cared for him. Admitting she loved him… well, that made me just as sick as thinking she was starting a family with him.

“No.” She took her hand from her mouth. “I think it’s stress.”

I felt guilt immediately. “Do you want me to leave?” I would if I was making her physically sick. Just being near me made her sick. Yeah, that hurt.

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