Some things didn’t change, and as I caught the dark glare in my direction, I held my breath. Jax looked beyond pissed and I wasn’t going to provoke him. Opening my mouth anymore would do just that.
I sat in silence for what felt like ten years before the creak of the floor made me jump.
“I got some shit to do,” Jax snapped, turning and power-walking out of the kitchen and into the hallway so abruptly that I wasted a precious few seconds of time before I threw myself out of my chair.
My leg jerked at the sudden movement, and I stumbled slightly into the doorframe. Jax paused and looked back at me.
“Is that it?” I asked after him, propping myself back up onto two feet. “No more questions or training or… anything?”
“Max needs a few days to get used to this place and get over this morning. Until then, you just need to come and visit her once a day. Don’t go near her, just stay in her sight. The old man’s also been told not to go near her. So, yeah, until I start with Max next week. That’s it.”
With that, he grasped the door, swung it open with little care, and then left through it, leaving a resounding bang behind him as the heavy door slammed shut.
A few seconds later I heard the roar of a truck’s engine, one much smoother than mine, start up and then disappear into the distance.
I stood there until only the sound of the empty farm house filled my ears. I took a deep breath before going and sitting next to Max’s fence, glancing at the traces of where Jax had been and letting go of the weight our short conversation left on me. I took my time bathing in Max’s nearby comfort. She didn’t come closer, but even as she was, I was happy just to have her near.