He nods and walks off to join the others. Jax is still there, leaning against the office door with his arms crossed, watching me like I’m a puzzle he’s piecing together. “You planning to turn this place into a boardroom?” he asks.
“No,” I answer, stepping toward him.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he remarks, making room for me to pass.
I step closer and lower my voice so it doesn't carry. “I’m planning to make sure nobody’s burying me before I’m forty.”
His expression shifts, just slightly. “Fair,” he concedes.
“And I’m not leaving Mara with problems to clean up if something goes wrong,” I add, the thought sitting heavy in my chest.
Jax exhales slowly. “Alright. That I get,” he says. We stand there in silence for a second before he pushes off the door frame. “You thinking about moving out of
