“He really cares about you,” Avery said, and my gaze moved to her. I wondered if she was a mind reader and a gorgeous redhead. “When you were hurt, he wouldn’t leave your side.”
“I know,” I whispered.
“No,” she said. “I mean, when you were out of it, we heard about how he acted from your friend Roxy. He threw a fit when they wouldn’t talk to him about your status because he wasn’t family.”
My heart turned over. “What?”
She nodded. “He almost got kicked out. It was one of his cop friends that finally got him calmed down and talked to the doctors. He really does care about you, Calla, so there’s got to be a reason for—”
A knock on the hotel door interrupted her, causing my back to straighten. It was way late, so this was odd. “You guys expecting someone?”
Cam disentangled himself from Avery and rose to his feet. “We’re not, but I’m willing to wager a kiss as to who it probably is.”
Teresa’s eyes widened on me, and my pulse started pounding. I unfurled my legs and gripped the arm of the chair.
Cam peered through the peephole. “Yep. I was right.”
Oh wow.
I started to stand, thinking I probably should’ve answered the phone or whatever, because now I had a sinking suspicion of who it was.
Cam opened the door and stepped aside, revealing who stood in the doorway and that my suspicions were totally correct.
Jax stood there, and the look on his face, the tension in the thin line of his lips and around his dark eyes, told me he knew that I knew.
That I knew everything.
He stalked into the room as Cam closed the door, muttering, “Come on in.”
Jax ignored him, his gaze fixed on me. “We need to talk.”
My heart was pounding as I stood, clenching my cell phone in my hand. “Yeah, we need to talk.”
“Am I the only one who is wondering how he knew she was here, in this hotel?” Cam asked as he walked back over to where Avery was.
“There’s not too many hotels around the hospital,” he replied, still looking at me. “And I have friends who can find shit out for me very quickly.”
“Well, that’s a little creepy,” Cam murmured under his breath as he extended an arm, helping Avery to her feet.
Jax’s shoulders were thrown back, tensed. “I know.”
I blinked. “Maybe we should—”
“I’m sure they already know, too, because you went to them and didn’t come to me, so they’re going to hear this, too.”
Oh double wow.
Cam and Avery stopped where they stood by their suite door, caught sneaking out of the room. A quick glance at Jase and Teresa told me they were wishing they had popcorn to share.
“Jax, we can go outside.”
“I came home and you weren’t there,” he said, and then he went on. “Considering everything that has been going on, that really fucked with me. Yeah, I know we’re all cool, but still a text message or something giving me a heads-up would be appreciated.”
“Now. Wait,” I said. “I did tell you I was with my friends.”
“After I came home and I saw those papers on the coffee table,” he corrected, eyes flashing almost black. Damnit he had a point, so I kept my mouth shut, and he continued. “You saw your mom. So right off the bat, I know that’s got to have fucked with your head and I also see that she left you the house. That’s good. I’m happy to see that.”
I glanced around the room, feeling my cheeks heat as my friends watched with avid interest, including Cam and Avery.
“But I know that’s not why you’re sitting in this hotel room instead of in my bed right now.”
Oh. My. God. My face went completely red.
Teresa pressed her lips together as her eyes lit up.
Time to nip that direction of conversation in the bud. He wanted to have this out in front of my friends, we were going to have this out. “You own Mona’s. You’ve owned Mona’s for over a year, and you never thought you should tell me this?”
His chest rose. “I planned on telling you. I was going to—”
“Is that what you were saying while I was in the hospital, about needing to talk to me about something? You’ve had time to tell me. Tons of time before that, like when I first showed up and was rummaging through the office!”
Jase’s head swung back to Jax, as in, the ball was now in his court.
He didn’t respond immediately, which was okay, because now I was gearing up for a whole onslaught of words and questions and maybe a little bit of cursing, but when he spoke, for the second time in one night my entire world was rocked.
“I’ve known you for over a year,” he said, and the tension drained out of his shoulders, as if some kind of weight were lifting off him. “I’m not talking about knowing you through what Clyde or your mom has told me. I knew you. I’d seen you before you even knew I existed.”
I opened my mouth as confusion poured into me. “What?”
“The first time I saw you was last spring, over a year ago. You were outside of your dorm, walking to class,” he said, and I suddenly felt like I needed to sit down. Everyone in the room had faded to the background. It was just him and me. “I was there with your mom. It wasn’t the last time. Every couple of months, when Mona would be sober for a day or two, she wanted to see you. So I would drive her down to see you, because I know . . . I know what it’s like to not get that second chance. You know that. So I’d bring her down. Once you were outside of another building talking to her.” He jerked his chin at Teresa. “You were there with another guy. The three of you until Jase showed up.”
Oh my goodness, my legs felt weak. My thoughts cycled back and there was a good chance he was talking about Brandon.
“The last time was in the spring. You were sitting on a bench by yourself outside what I think was the library. You were reading. And each time I brought your mother down there, she never followed through. She didn’t have the courage to try to make amends for any of the shit she pulled, but she wanted to. It just never panned out, because you always looked so happy.” He exhaled slowly. “You always looked so damn happy. Smiling. Laughing. Your mom didn’t want to mess with that.”
I took a step back, finding it hard to stand still.
“Each trip, she talked about you and it was real, you know? She wasn’t high or messed up. It’s how I knew about everything. It wasn’t Clyde and it wasn’t when she was drunk, even though sometimes she would talk about you then, too, but she really talked about you when she was sober. She found out you were majoring in nursing and she wasn’t surprised by that. She told me once that you’d grown close to the nurses when you were in the hospital.”
I closed my eyes against the unsteady rush. That was true, what Mom had said. I had grown close to the nurses, and now I knew how Mom had known about my major. She’d been to Shepherd, with Jax.
“All those times she came, she came to talk to me?” I asked, and my voice sounded incredibly small.
“Yeah, she did. She recognized her faults and fuckups more than I think anyone gets,” he said, and when I opened my eyes, he was still watching me. “She never wanted the bar life for you. She knew that the likelihood of her being around for a while wasn’t good. When she knew I’d take the bar off her hands, would make it good, she sold it to me. She didn’t want you to even have it as an option.”
I really needed to sit down.
He wasn’t done. “I didn’t tell you about this, because I didn’t know how you’d feel knowing your mom had come to see you. You two weren’t on great terms, and explaining this makes me come off as a creep, so it wasn’t something I was really looking forward to doing, but I was.”
“Totally not a creep,” whispered an awed Teresa.
His lips twitched for a moment and then he refocused on me. “Each time I saw you, I felt like . . . I felt like I knew you a little bit better. I never talked to you but seeing you always smiling or laughing . . . or being peaceful . . .” He shook his head, and my heart spasmed. “There’s something about that . . . it drew me in, Calla. Fuck. I fell for you before you even knew my name.”
Oh, holey moley. Tears rushed my eyes and his face blurred.
“And I should’ve told you about Mona’s. I was going to that day in the office, but when you’d said you’d sell it, I didn’t think you’d care. And then when I realized that even though you never said it, I knew the bar meant a lot to you.” He took a step forward, his progress tracked by everyone in the room. “I didn’t know how to break that to you. I’ve honestly been struggling with the idea of keeping it. The place gave me purpose when I got back home after drifting, but it didn’t feel right. Not with you here. Not with me really knowing you.”
I swallowed, but the lump was stuck in my throat.
His eyes searched mine. “I love you, Calla. Me owning the bar doesn’t change that. If it did, then I don’t want a fucking part of it. All I want is you.”
Staring back at him, I couldn’t get any words out of my mouth. Everything he said whirled around in my head. I was overwhelmed.
“Calla,” he whispered.
I shook my head, at a loss for what to say.
“Say something, honey. I don’t want to give up on you, but you’ve got to say something to stop me from walking out that door.”
So many things I wanted and needed to say rose in my throat, but nothing came out. It was like having performance anxiety. I was frozen where I stood and it was so quiet in the room I swore everyone could hear my heart pound.
Jax expelled a rough breath as he held my gaze and then he turned and walked away. He walked right out that door, and I stood there, staring at his retreating form, watching the door swing shut.
I didn’t say anything.
I seriously stood there.
And I watched him walk away.