The day started out like any other. Jax was already gone when Taylor woke, probably elbows-deep in club business, scowling over numbers or threatening someone into doing what he wanted. She dragged herself out of bed, tugged on one of his old tees to shuffle into the kitchen where her morning ritual waited—coffee strong enough to kick her back into her body and breakfast that didn't require too much thinking.
Dani gave her a look when she walked in. “You’ve got that gleam again,” she said, pouring herself some juice. “The one that ends with Jax losing his mind.”
Taylor just smirked into her mug. “Do I?”
Dani narrowed her eyes. “Whatever it is, I want front row seats.”
“Just make sure no one gets in the way.”
After her second cup of coffee and some harmless chatter, Taylor disappeared
