MILA'S POV
Jax Kingston is impossible to keep up with.
Literally.
He's been ignoring every single one of my questions for the past three blocks, hands buried in the pockets of his black jacket, walking like he has somewhere better to be. His dark hair is loose today, falling past his shoulders, and the wind catches it just enough to make him look like a brooding rock star who doesn't know he's being watched.
He does know. He just doesn't care.
His stride is long and easy. Mine is clipped and desperate because I've been in these heels since seven this morning and my feet are staging a quiet protest.
"Earth to Jax." I pick up my pace, nearly jogging. "Where are we going? Because I have been on my feet all day and if you don't tell me we're almost somewhere, I'm going to start leaving a
