“Sure.”
He turns to Noia. “Don’t let her out of your sight.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”
As Jax walks away, I admire how his shorts cling to his perfect ass. The man is a walking thirst trap, and he’s all mine. The thought sends a little thrill through me.
“Careful. Keep that up and your eyes will burn holes in your boyfriend’s butt,” Reyna laughs.
“Can you blame me?” I grin, finally tearing my gaze away. “Anyway, what was that between you and Logan?”
Reyna blushes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, please,” Noia snorts. “The sexual tension between you two was so thick if we’d been any closer we would’ve suffocated.”
“How about we go get something to eat instead?” Reyna sighs, clearly trying to change the subject. “I’m starving.”
Noia and I exchange a look that says we’ll let her off the hook—for now. “Sounds like a great idea. Let’s hit the food trucks.”
The air is thick with the sweet scent of funnel cakes, cotton candy, and grilled meat as we weave through the crowd. Kidsdart between booths clutching oversized stuffed animals while groups of teenagers cluster in line at the rides.
The energy is infectious, and despite the lingering worry about the Triple Six, I find myself relaxing for the first time in days.
“Tacos!” Noia points to a row of food trucks.
After loading up on street tacos and lemonade, we find a picnic table under a large oak tree. The shade is a welcome relief from the midday sun.
“I need to hurry and eat,” I tell the girls. “Got a another yoga demo in like thirty minutes.”
“I’m coming with you,” Noia says. “What about you, Reyna?”
“Lizzy asked if I would help do temporary tattoos at the Skin & Ink booth.”
“Sounds fun.” Before I can bring up her obvious connection to Logan, my phone buzzes with a text.
JAX
All good?
I smile to myself.
Yep. Stuffing my face with tacos.
JAX
Make sure you stick with at least one of the girls at all times. Ryder’s guys are here, so if you see a guy following you, this is him.
The next text that comes through is a photo of a guy who looks nothing like someone who would’ve been in the military.
Wow. He looks so… normal.
JAX
That’s the point, sweet cheeks.
I stare down at my phone, relief washing through me knowing someone is watching my back while Jax is busy.
“Bathroom break?” Noia asks, gathering up our trash.
