Chapter Twenty-Seven – Home
Three weeks later The sun had just started to dip when Jax pulled the bike into the long gravel drive. The air was warm, the kind of quiet heat that settled on your shoulders like a well-worn jacket. The house stood at the top of the rise—clean lines, wide windows, and strong walls. Simple. Solid. Theirs. Taylor stepped out onto the porch barefoot, her hair pulled back, a paintbrush still in her hand. She was smiling before he even killed the engine. He swung off the bike, grabbed the last box from the saddlebag, and walked toward her. “You left the porch light on,” he said, setting the box down. Taylor smirked. “Figured you might get lost without it.” Jax raised an eyebrow. “In my own driveway?” “In our driveway,” she corrected, leaning in to kiss him. It was soft and slow, but f
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