Page 75 of Fierce-Jax

She would have liked it to not be as embarrassing.

Gianna asked Jax if he’d be her new father.

Then wanting to call him Uncle Jax! That was even worse.

Dillion knew bringing Jax into Gianna’s life might trigger questions about Alec, but it hadn’t happened yet.

She was going to be prepared for it and know that at some point she’d have to give some more explanations.

“Every little bit helps,” he said. “Too bad I don’t have something to bring them as bribery.”

She laughed and moved out of his arms. “Nope, that won’t work.”

“Didn’t think so,” he said. “Do you want to get it over with? Sitting here watching the clock isn’t helping you any.”

“We can go,” she said. “I told them after ten. They know you stayed the night.”

“They’ve known it for the past three weekends,” he said drily. “Since you told me your father brought it up after the first time.”

“He’s fine with it,” she said. “My mother controls things in the household, but my father will argue that isn’t the case.”

“Sounds like my parents’ marriage,” he said.

“We’ll take my car,” she said. “Since I’ve got to bring Gianna home and her car seat is in it.”

“That’s fine,” he said. “I’m not one of those men that has to be the driver. Hope you don’t think that.”

“I hadn’t,” she said.

She grabbed her purse and the two of them left, drove the five minutes to her parents' house, and pulled into the driveway.

“The houses are newer over here,” he said.

“My parents have been here for about eleven years. I think they had it built or built it my senior year of college. They wanted first-floor living and my father likes to make a statement.”

Might as well put it out there now.

As if Jax couldn’t figure that out on his own with the garage door open and the three cars all worth over six figures.

An SUV, a sedan, and a convertible. Her mother always wanted a sports car and her father handed over what anyone wanted in his family.

“Nothing wrong with that if it’s a statement he feels comfortable with and can stand by.”

She turned to look at him and smiled. “He’s going to like you, even if he gives you a hard time.”

“I only care if you like me, Dillion,” he said. “And if you make your own decisions in life.”

“Yes to both,” she said. “More than you can imagine. I don’t want anyone to think my father sways my decisions.”

Just because her father opened up her trust fund to help buy her house, she refused to let him do it for her practice. That was all hers and she was standing by it.

“Then let’s go in and get it over with before you pass out.”

She laughed. “I don’t feel that way now. I did on Wednesday.”

“Phew,” he said, wiping his hand across his forehead. “You acted so calm, cool, and collected. I thought it was only me that worried that Gianna was going to stomp her foot and shout ‘no, get out, it’s my Mommy,’ when I walked in the door.”

“That’s pretty close to what my worst nightmare would have been, but she’s been asking when she was going to see you again.”

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