was the first thing out of Jax’s mouth when I opened the front door. I had a better question. “What are you doing here? I called Clyde.” “And Clyde told me, so I’m here.” He pushed inside, pulled the door from my grasp, and pushed it shut, locking it. “You didn’t answer my question.” Having not come to terms with the fact that it was Jax that was suddenly standing in the foyer, I blinked slowly. “What question?” “Why in the hell did you answer the door in the middle of the night?” “Oh. I checked the peephole first, you know.” Jax stared at me. “And I didn’t see anyone,” I added in my defense. He folded well-defined arms across his chest. “So, let me get this correct. You heard knocking on your front door, went and actually used the peephole, but when you didn’t see anyone, you thought, Oh, what the hell, I’ll just open the door? Did it ever occur to you that someone could’ve been hiding?” Oh wow, he looked and sounded pissed, but he could kiss my rosy red behind.
