**MILA'S POV
The flight back from Tampa felt longer than the one going down. I sat next to Jax again, pretending to read emails on my laptop while the team joked around up front. His knee pressed against mine under the blanket we shared, a secret touch that kept my heart racing the whole way. Every time I glanced over, his green eyes were on me, soft in a way that made my stomach flip.
We landed in Boston late afternoon. The cold air hit different after Florida’s warmth. At the arena parking lot, we split up like always—him with the guys, me heading to my car. But my phone buzzed before I even started the engine.
**Jax:** Come over later. Need to see you.
I smiled at the screen, dimples popping even though no one could see. “Be there around eight,” I texted back.
At home, Kira grille
