The kids nodded and waited for Lena to follow April before they fell into step.
Raze smiled at Sami and then headed for the infirmary, probably to see Vinnie.
Sami swallowed.
Tace’s gaze ran over her face, and his entire body tightened before her eyes. “Have you been crying?”
She took a step back. “Well, I—”
“Crying?” Tace said, his voice sounding like gravel crunched beneath tires.
“I met with Jax, and—”
Jax hustled their way, a stack of papers in his hand. “Hey, Sami—”
“Goddamn it, Jax.” Tace swung and nailed the Vanguard leader in the cheek with a wicked right cross.
Jax flew sideways and through the glass doors, sending shards in every direction.
“Tace!” Sami shoved past him to reach Jax, who was sitting up and shaking his head.
“What the hell?” Jax asked, yanking a piece of glass from his arm.
Tace stalked toward him. “You made her cry.”
Sami jumped up and put her body between Tace and Jax before one of them went crazy. “Stop it. He didn’t yell at me.”
Jax shoved to his feet, and glass fell all around him. “She was crying about you, asshole.”
For a guy with a temper, Jax seemed surprisingly all right with being thrown through a glass door. Sami looked from one to the other, her knees wobbling and her head aching. Her nose kind of hurt from crying, too.
Tace glared down at her. “You were crying because of me?”
She faltered. “No.”
“Yes,” Jax countered, stomping by them. “Clean this mess up, Justice. You’re in charge of finding a replacement door. Sami, you go assist Vinnie, and Tace, you and Raze get back out there and find me explosives.”
Tace reached out and ran a knuckle down Sami’s swollen face. Her insides quivered.
Jax half turned. “You two have ten minutes to get the personal shit ironed out right now, or I’m shooting you both and leaving you for the Twenty gang to find.” He kicked glass out of his way and disappeared inside, muttering about motherfuckers and glass doors.
Sami swallowed.
Tace breathed out and looked at the bloody glass on the ground. “So. Guess we should talk.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Love makes phenomenal soldiers act like morons.I know . . . I did.
—Jax Mercury
Glass still tinkling down from his jeans, Jax leaned his head around Lynne’s door. His woman sat muttering to herself while sketching out the Bunker. “If the labs are here, then supplies for the labs should be here and here.” She made notations as she talked.
“Blue?” he asked.
She jerked and looked up, welcoming him with a smile. “Jax.”
That smile kicked him in the chest every time. “Do you mind stitching me up?”
