Layla’s POV
The sun was going down. The sky was orange and pink. I sat on my bed in the quiet room. My body was better. The soup helped. The rest helped. But my heart was heavy. I thought about my father. Frank. Dead.
I thought about Jax. The way he looked at me today. Cold. Angry. He was right to be angry. I got up. I walked out of the room. The clubhouse was quiet. Men talked low in the garage. I walked to the back door.
I saw him.
Jax sat on the steps outside. Alone. He looked at the desert. A bottle of beer was in his hand. He didn’t drink it. Just held it.
I stood there for a minute. My heart beat fast. “I don’t think you should do it.” I said.
Then I walked over. I sat down next to him. Not too close.
He didn’t look at me.
We sat in silence. The air was cool. A bike engine r
