Page 13 of Fierce-Jax

She woke up in a sweat, her body on fire in more than one location, her heart racing.

It felt so real when she was touching him.

That’s it. She was doing all the work and he was letting her.

Never in her life had she been the one to make any move and yet there she was in her dream, breaking out and going for it.

Was it a sign? Or was she lonely? Horny?

Probably all of the above.

“Do more than think about it.”

There was no arguing. Since she was up and ready early, she might as well go into the office rather than sit here and let her life get dissected in greater detail than the first frog she’d cut into in high school biology.

“I will,” she said passive-aggressively. When her mother laughed, she knew she’d been caught lying.

“Is Gianna still sleeping?”

“Yes,” she said. “What did you two do yesterday to tire her out so much?”

Her mother laughed. “I had errands to run, so we went food shopping, then went to see your father. You know he loves entertaining her at work, so he might have had her running up and down the showroom on some dares.”

She rolled her eyes. Her father did that to her as a kid too.

Dylan Patrick owned the biggest luxury car dealership group in North Carolina, but his first home base was in Durham.

“Did he have the stopwatch out timing to see if she could keep beating her previous time?”

Leigh smiled. “You know your father.”

“He’ll never change. I bet he tries to get her to take over the business,” she said.

“Your father never pushed you and he won’t his granddaughter. He might hope that you’ll have more kids someday that are interested in it.”

“Mom,” she said. “I’m out of here.”

Her mother laughed again, but Dillion grabbed her purse and bag, slipped her shoes on that she’d pulled out of her closet earlier, and then drove to work fifteen minutes away.

She was the first one into her office at seven thirty, but not the first car in the parking lot.

Her practice didn’t open until eight thirty, but most started to come in a little after eight. She supposed she was lucky that way that they weren’t rushing in with two minutes to spare.

With her laptop on, she went through her emails and results, saw that Jax’s came in last night. She scanned it to see everything tested negative.

Normally she’d have one of her nurses call with the results, but since she was sitting here and alone, she could do it and leave him a message.

Most people didn’t answer their cell phones if they didn’t recognize the number.

“Hello,” he said on the second ring.

She cleared her throat. “Hi, Jax, this is Dr. Patrick calling with your results.”

“Oh, hi,” he said. “I didn’t expect to hear from you personally. I hope everything is okay. Normally when the doctor calls that means it isn’t good news.”

She grimaced when she felt her body heat up over the sound of his voice again. Why did this keep happening to her with him?

“It’s good news,” she said. “Everything came back negative. I was in the office early and thought I’d place the call myself.”

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