Jax's POV
My face stung. Lord, she could hit the living daylight out of the devil.
Her hand quickly covered her chest and I rolled my eyes.
A nice day for a lovely drama.
“What did you do to me?”
My eyes dropped, in a stunned way. She had to be kidding me. “Nothing. I saved your life.”
“Yeah, right. You touched me. I saw the way you looked at me. You were…”
Her finger pointed at me while I reached for the room's phone. With one hand rubbing one cheek, I spoke into the receiver. “Bring her breakfast.”
The tray arrived and I sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to spill the porridge. I took a spoonful, holding it out to her.
She turned her head like a spoiled child. “I can feed myself.”
Her hot tone has me fighting a chuckle. “I can see that.”
“Then…”
“Your dominant hand
