JAX'S POV
The ride back to Garnet Street was fast and loud.
Val didn't say a single word the entire way, but her hands were clamped around my waist like iron vices. Every time I hit the throttle and felt the heavy rumble of the Harley under us, her chest pressed tight into my back.
By the time we pulled into the alley behind the shop, the night air was cold, but the tension between us was practically boiling over.
I cut the engine. The sudden silence in the alley was heavy.
Val swung her leg off the back of the bike, yanked her helmet off, and practically sprinted toward the side door. She unlocked it with trembling fingers, stomping straight up the wooden steps into the loft without even waiting for me.
I chuckled under my breath, taking my time to lock up the shop before following
