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Chapter 18: A Bottle of Whiskey

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(Sarah’s POV)

She saw him the second she stepped out from the storeroom. He was a dark, familiar silhouette against the dim light of the bar.

Jax was seated at the counter, hunched forward, hands clasped like he’d crushed something invisible between them. His broad shoulders, usually rigid with confidence, were slumped. No leather jacket today, no usual cocky smirk that made her stomach flutter and her cheeks burn. Just a plain dark T-shirt, shadowed eyes, and a frown deep enough to split stone.

He looked… wrecked.

And her heart did this stupid, needy thing. A desperate flutter in her chest. Where have you been, she wanted to ask. I’ve been looking all damn day. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed just seeing him, the quiet anchor he'd become in her chaotic world. The lingering worry from his sudden disappearance had been a dull ache beneath her skin.

But the second he looked up, his gaze meeting hers, she knew. Deep in her gut.

Something was terribly wrong.

“What happened?” she
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