Semua Bab Dangerous Curves (Dangerous Curves 1): Bab 11 - Bab 20

“Look, Jax, I’m sorry. I know I’m being horribly rude. I really appreciate you and the guys helping me out last night, but I really, really have to go.” They were at her car now, and Sarah yanked her keys out of her purse. “I just have to –”She stopped speaking, her eyes widening as she took in the damage. “Oh. Oh, no.”“What?” Jax tore his eyes from her panicked face to look at the car. “Oh, man.”He walked around, checking the tires. Yeah, they were all slashed. That fucker.“Oh, God.” She looked at her watch. Thirty-one minutes, and I just bet he senses that something’s wrong. I bet he even knows I’ve been hurt. “I’m not going to make it.”“You got a plane to catch or something, doll?”“I need to get home, Jax… can you call a taxi for me? Please? I need to… oh, God.”He studied her face, saw that she was well and truly seconds away from full-on losing her shit. Whatever it was, it was serious.“Where do you live?’ he asked.“Mariposa Street.”Jax paused. “Lincoln Park?”“Yeah.”Sh

Jax sat at the bar drinking a cup of black coffee and scowling around the near-empty room. He was in a foul mood, and he had been ever since he’d dropped Sarah off the morning before. And what made his mood even worse was that he just couldn’t figure out why the hell he was in such a bad mood to begin with.OK, Sarah had thrown his whole state of existence into a tailspin. That much was clear. He’d hit on her, and she’d turned him down; he’d asked her to stay for coffee, and she’d run out of the crash room; he’d tried to get her number, and she’d shut a door in his face. But that was her right, wasn’t it? If she didn’t find him attractive or whatever, then why was he so irritated about it? Why was he so hung up on this one woman, when he had dozens of others who’d give him what he wanted?Another question that had been rolling through his brain since the morning before: was this maybe all just about his fucking monster ego? Did Jax want her because she didn’t want him? Was this all ab

“Hi, Red.”“Jax?” Sarah was stunned. “What are you doing here?”“I came to return something to you.” He paused. “Can I come in?”She glanced behind her, and he squinted, trying to see what she was looking at. “Uh. I’ll come out.” She unlocked the screen door, and stepped onto the porch, partly closing the door behind her. He looked at her closely, taking in the makeup on her face.“You did a good job covering it all up,” he said.She blinked, confused, then she touched her cheek. “Oh. Oh, yeah.”“How’s it feel?” He longed to push that glorious hair back off her forehead, check the stitches, but that wasn’t his place. “Your forehead?”“Better.” She twisted her hands, looking agitated. She shot another quick look inside the house. “So, what are you returning?”“This.” The necklace dangled between his fingers, and she gasped. “Oh, God. I thought I’d lost it in the parking lot when Dave… when he knocked me out.”“Nope, it was in the crash room.”“Oh, thank you.” She took it, and when she

Jax got to Dangerous Curves at seven o’clock on Wednesday evening, feeling nervous. One minute, he was sure Sarah would show up; the next, he was equally certain he’d never see her again. And he didn’t know which scenario freaked him out more.Aidan grinned at his boss. “Hey, man.”Jax sat at the bar, running his hands through his black hair over and over again. Aidan knew that was Jax’s big tell: the man was a bundle of nerves. “You got all the stuff?” Aidan nodded. “Yep. Triple sec, cranberry juice, fresh limes. I even went out and got a cocktail shaker and the right kind of glass.” He displayed it for Jax, who blinked at it in astonishment. “It’s called a martini glass. Very elegant, no?”Jax nodded back at him, not having a clue what the hell else to do when confronted with fancy glassware. “Yeah. Nice.”“Uh-huh.” Aidan was amused. “So, you think she’ll show?”Jax automatically looked at the door. “Dunno.”As he stared at it, it opened and he jumped to attention, but slumped a bi

Sarah looked at her watch. “Uh, no. I’d better get going.”“One last one,” Jax said. “Then I’ll take you home. I promise.”She glanced at him. “Really?”“Yeah.”“OK, then. One more.”The men left the table now, and Sarah and Jax were alone again. He looked at her, saw that she was looking uncomfortable for the first time all evening.“What’s up, Red?” he asked.“Oh, nothing, really.” She set down the gum wrapper that she’d been tearing into pieces. “I guess – I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised by anything that guys like Dave and his father do, but I am. Spoiled, rich bastards running over people, just because they can. It still kind of catches me unawares.”“I know what you mean.” Jax ran his hands through his dark hair. “I’ve known guys like that in my life, too.”“You have?”“Yep.”Aidan brought Sarah her drink now, and Jax knew that the clock was ticking down on his time with her. If he wanted to see her again – and he did – then he had to figure some shit out, and fast. He decided t