Page 91 of The Last Second Chance
“And then you’re coming back to Blue Moon?”
Jax nodded and grabbed her hand. “I want you to come with me.”
She still looked pissed. “What the hell would I do in California?”
“Me, for one. And you could put on a long, sexy dress and go to a party with me. Not to mention visiting any of the several racing stables and riding academies in the state. Plus, there’s Disneyland, the Getty Center if you’re into art, hiking in the canyons...”
She was staring at him like he was a lunatic.
“It’s sunny there. And warm.”
“Tell me more about this strange place that isn’t under nearly a foot of snow already,” Joey demanded, her lips twitching.
Relieved, he told her about some of his favorite things to see and do.
She shook her head. “It’s just so crazy to me. None of this sounds like the Jax that left all those years ago. You have atailor.”
“Lots of people have tailors.”
“I bet you own a tux, don’t you? Normal people just rent them, you know. But I bet you had your fancy tailor make you a fancy tux.”
Two actually, but he wasn’t about to admit to that.
“I’m still the same guy you loved in high school, Joey.” And maybe that was the problem. “Look, just say yes. Come with me. We’ll go out, have a great time, laugh about how weird Hollywood is, and then we’ll come home.”
She was considering it. He could tell. “I don’t know if I can get away from the farm,” she said slowly.
“Joey.”
She looked at him, cocking her head to the side.
“What do you think all this is?” he asked, circling a finger in the air. “We’re babysitting the farm during a Mach seven blizzard while Carter, Summer, Beckett, and Gia gallivant around and have sex. We have a free pass.”
She bit her lip in a way that he found so sexy, Jax had to stop himself from leaning over and dragging her to the ground.
“A free pass, huh?”
He nodded.
“And we’d only be gone a couple of days?”
“Three. Four tops.”
She bit again. “Okay, let’s go to L.A.”
“Seriously?”
She shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
She didn’t even see the hug tackle coming.
21
Joey wasn’tsure how they made it up the stairs, but she did know there was a trail of clothing marking the path and a pile of disappointed dogs on the other side of the bedroom door that Jax had kicked closed. He backed her up against the bed and her fingers flew to the fly of his pants.
“Wait,” he whispered against her lips.
But she wasn’t interested in waiting. She tugged his drawstring free and shoved her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his straining shaft. His groan of surrender brought flutters of excitement to her stomach. She loved the power she had over his body.
