Jax is standing on the other side, wearing a leather jacket.
When I open the door he strolls in like he owns the place. Sheds his jacket, places a motorbike helmet on a chair in the hallway like he lives here. That’s Jax for you, one hundred per cent cocky. “Just came to see how you’re settling in.” He casts a wry smile at my outfit. “Tippy gave you that, didn’t she? I recognize the apron.”
“She did. She’s so sweet.”
“Don’t be fooled.”
“She told me she’d got you off cigarettes. Very impressive.”
Jax shrugs. “I went along with it to stop her nagging.”
I smirk, and try to catch his eye, but he’s being particularly evasive today. “She’s very pretty,” I say airily.
“Is she? Hadn’t noticed.” He strides into Otis’s study. “Good gods, what’s happened here? It’s fucking tidy.”
I grin. “Took me a while.”
“You can actually see the top of his desk.” He runs a finger over it. “And no dust.”
“That’s me, superwoman.”
Jax cocks an eyebrow. “Not still pissed at me for abducting you?”
“Nah. Still pissed.”
“Just add it to the list of grudges.”
“I have already.”
He fist bumps my arm playfully and I cuff a hand over his dark, unruly hair.
“Want a cuppa?” I ask.
“Why not?”
He follows me into the kitchen, and I take down pots of dried leaves, frowning at all the unfamiliar blends. “What would you like? I don’t recognize any of these.”
“Zephea tea is good.” He points to a pot of purple dried leaves.
“Right.”
“Put a pinch of Mega powder in.”
I follow his gaze and see a glass bottle full of golden powder. I drag over a stool and stand on it and grab the container. When I open it, the smell is pungent and sweet.
“What’s Mega powder do?”
“Gives you an energy boost, adds a little zing to the day.”
“Is that what Tippy put in your quit-smoking elixir?” I tease, as I put the leaves and powder into two mugs. I figure I might as well have one myself.
“Stop trying to enroll me in the Tippy appreciation club, will you?” Jax growls.
“Worried you might enjoy being a member?”
“Never.” But when I turn and waggle my brows at him, he grins sheepishly and a streak of pink rides his usually pale cheekbones.
Got ya,I think as I pour hot water from the kettle over the mix and stir it. To my surprise, it turns bright blue. How weird. But it smells nice, kind of like cinnamon and vanilla.
