Julia's POV
Elijah had been striving for weeks to get back in my good graces. I did have to hand it to him; he wasn't exactly the romantic 'get me flowers' type of guy, but the gorgeous, dozens of red roses was an extraordinary way to start. I bent down to inhale the overflowing aroma coming from the magnificent bouquet.
"Julia, you have another package." I could tell Jax was starting to get somewhat annoyed with his living room looking like cupid threw up in it.
"Sorry, uncle," smiling, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I wish you two would make up already. I know Elijah is remorseful for how he did you, lying and all. Still, you should cut him a break, I mean, who else is going to send a dozen roses a day, to his mate, along with the multitude of boxes of chocolates taking over my k
