AmyCoat closets.
Landon.
Failed proposals.
I hug Jax. “It was a beautiful service,” I tell him.
“Thanks, Amy. Thanks for coming.” He smiles, but it doesn’t touch his eyes.
“Can I get you a drink?” I ask him.
“Yeah, that would be awesome.”
“What would you like?”
“Let’s start with beer. Whatever’s on tap. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long night.” He looks to the table where his friends have already started doing shots.
“I think it is,” I say with an air of uncertainty. Maybe a night getting wasted is just what Jax needs. But maybe it’s not.
I follow my parents deeper into the restaurant where Jax is hosting Stella’s wake, leaving Lily behind me to greet him.
I make my way to the bar.
It’s true that Stella’s funeral was beautiful—as lovely as a funeral can be, I suppose. It
