Jax’s POV
I lazily flipped through television channels for the nth time. Every few seconds I also glanced at my phone on the coffee table, hoping for a message from Elena.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned off the TV and reached for my phone to type a message.
I’m sorry for bothering you. Are you free? I’ll come to your house and cook for you. I miss you.
Thirty more minutes passed without a reply. That was when I decided to go to her house anyway, with or without permission. But before I could reach my bedroom, I heard the doorbell ring followed by three loud knocks.
I furrowed my brows.
Is Garrick here again?
Of course not. If it were Garrick, he would have come straight inside! And it definitely wasn’t a food delivery. I hadn't ordered anything!
My eyes widened when I s
