I may have said it in passing before, but it was the first time I’d ever introduced Jax as my mate.
To his credit, he didn’t blink an eye. Not at the fake name or the confession of our relationship. Not even to the revelation that Marsh was a friend of my father’s.
A good friend.
“A mate! Look at you! Dirk’s sweet little girl all grown up,” Marsh said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “A mate of Anna’s is definitely a friend of mine. I’m sure you have her well in hand. My little Anna used to be such a hellion.”
My stomach turned, but I just laughed with him. To show even a little hint of distress would only give him more ammunition, and it was too late to signal to Jax to kill him so we could be on our way. There was something about Marsh I didn’t like. Why was he so at ease chattin
