She looked confused, but I wasn’t. Not at all. “When you’ve broken up with him, that’s all yours.” I pulled my pants up and adjusted myself as I buttoned and zipped. “Until then, you don’t get that part of me.” “Go to hell, Jax.” She turned and opened the door, “And get out.” “Stay away from Ace, and break up with your boyfriend. You have two days before I make a call.” “And say what, ‘Hey I’ve been banging your twenty one year old daughter and’—” “That’s not fair, Frankie.” I grabbed the back of her head, pulled her closer and kissed her hair. She pushed me away, “Do whatever it is you wanna do. You will, anyway.” Walking out was nearly as hard as it was coming there in the first place. But I did it. * * * When I got home, I ordered take out and went for a run. I needed to clear my head. I needed to figure out what the hell I was gonna do, how I would tell her parents. How I could make things right or how I could walk away.
