"You don't have a choice," Jax reminds me.
"Hello. Someone want to fill me in?" Wyatt whines.
Rolling my eyes, I turn toward him and huff. "He wants me to be your agent."
Wyatt jerks his head backward.
Jax chuckles. "Well, don't look so shocked. I'm surprised you haven't already begged Willow to sign you."
I focus on Jax. "I only sign serious riders, and you know it."
He nods. "I do." He points at Wyatt. "But he's still got a lot left in him. Since he's down to his last chance, I bet he's going to take things a little more seriously this time, and won't make you regret it."
I scoff. "I wish you could guarantee me that, but you can't. So I still owe you, but I'm going to pass on this one," I state, trying to get out of it.
Jax chuckles louder. "Now, come on, darlin'. You know you don't get to pick what favor you owe me."
"Don't call her that," Wyatt snaps.
Jax's amusement grows as he turns to Wyatt. "Ah, forgot how you always had a sweet spot for her. And why is that?" He gives him a knowing look.
My gut churns.
Does he know?
He can't.
No one knows.
Wyatt's eyes turn to dark slits.
Jax continues to assess us in his arrogant, all-knowing way.
Heat fills my cheeks.
Jax makes circles with his finger between us. "There always was something going on between you two, wasn't there?"
"No, there wasn't," Wyatt denies.
I'm grateful for his effort to fool Jax, but the words sting. Wyatt was my everything, but the minute I told him I could be pregnant, he bolted. He could have taken me but refused. The only thing important to him was success and money. So I wish his denial didn't hurt, but it does. It makes his actions match his words.
Jax taunts, "Sure you weren't."
"You're mistaken," I say, voice unsteady.
Jax glances at me, and I feel like a kid caught with my hand in the cookie jar. My cheeks heat further.
He puts his forearm on the table and leans closer to Wyatt. "You always were the most talented of all my riders."
"No shit," Wyatt says, then turns toward me. "Sorry, excuse my language."
"Well, don't hold back on account of me," I mutter.
Jax chuckles, then says, "Okay. I'll pretend nothing was going on between you two, especially since Willow seems to hate you right now."
I close my eyes and shake my head, wanting to die on the spot.
How does he know?
