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Jax:Ok, but hear me out…
Jax:Linc and Melonie
Audrey:It’s like we share one mind, already on it. I love you so much.
Jax:I think you’ll have more work to do with Melonie. Pretty sure Linc is already interested in her. He hasn’t slept with anyone since their night together.
Jax:And I love you more
Audrey:Holy shit, really? Well, they just need more wedding tasks, don’t they?
Audrey:And not possible, sir
Jax:Why is it hot when you call me sir?
Chapter Nine
Melonie
Linc stands outside of the venue where Jax and Audrey will get married in just a couple weeks. We’re picking out the tableware for the reception today.
Tableware.
I would do anything for my best friend, but this is not how I want to spend a Tuesday afternoon.
I get out of my car and walk toward Linc. It’s February in Boston, and the chill hasn’t left us. He’s bundled in a camel peacoat and scarf, hands tucked in his pockets. He always dresses well, but today, in his dark jeans and loafers, he looks good. Really good.
We’ve been spending time together, and he started texting me more often over the past couple of weeks. It’s getting a little easier to spend time with him, but I still keep him at a distance. I wish I could get over our past, but sometimes my brain and heart don’t align. My brain says he’s been nice and everyone else in our group loves him, so I should get over it. But my heart just remembers how I felt that morning when I woke up and he was gone with no explanation.
To add to my frustration, on days like today, when he looks so good, my pussy says, “Rip his jeans off and ride him like an animal.”
“Hey, Mel, you look nice today. You wore your hair up.”
I clear my mind of any naughty images and smile at him. “Thanks, I couldn’t get it to cooperate this morning, so I caved and put it in a ponytail.”
“Well, it looks good. You should wear it like that more often.”
“Maybe.” I point to the door. “Let’s go inside. It’s cold. Why were you waiting out here?”
“I haven’t been here that long. Work was crazy today, so I just wanted to get some air.”
“Sorry you had a bad day.”
“No day is a bad day in hockey.” He grins. “Just a lot to get done.”
He opens the door for me, and we walk inside. I welcome the warmth.
“I can’t believe she has us picking out place settings.”
Linc laughs. “When she sent us the text, I had to Google what tableware was.”
“We should send her a bill for our services.”
“Nah, just make sure when you get married, you return the favor.”
“That’s a really good idea.”
We approach the events office and check in. Then we’re led into a side room and wait for the coordinator to join us.
