Noah went downstairs and looked around.
“Brother Jax!” he said, and right away, a door opened.
Jax poked his dark head out. “Hey, man. You OK?”
“Yes. I want to talk to you.”
“Sure thing,” Jax said easily. “Alone or with the guys?”
“Alone.”
“OK.” Jax stepped into the hallway and shut the door. “What’s shaking, man?”
Noah stared at him. “Nothing. There’s no earthquake.”
Jax grinned. He’d gotten better about remembering Noah’s tendency to take things literally, but he did still forget sometimes.
“Yeah, sorry. You’re right. I meant to say, what’s going on?”
“I want to ask Callie to marry me.”
Jax damn near reeled backwards in shock. “Holy s**t. Really?”
“Don’t swear,” Noah chided him. “And yes, really.”
“Oh. Oh, God.” Jax was in way over his damn head on this one, and he knew it.
