JAX'S POV
As we sat across from each other, the threads of our conversation wove through the air in exchange of ideas, the exploration of new opportunities, and the meticulous planning for the future.
Tate's voice was a steady presence, a voice I had grown accustomed to, one that had guided us through both smooth sailing and stormy seas. But amidst this, my mind had taken an unexpected detour, wandering into a realm of its own musings.
The gentle sound of his speech was punctuated by moments of attentive silence from my side. A slight nod here, a murmur of agreement there.
As the conversation continued, I found myself lost in the play of sunlight on the polished wooden floor, mesmerized by the shifting patterns it created.
The flicker of a memory crossed my mind but the memory slip
