JAX'S POV
I turned my head slow, staring down at Val in pure shock.
"We are?" I asked, my voice caught somewhere between a chuckle and actual disbelief.
Val whipped her head toward me, sticking her chin up, her dark eyes flashing with a desperate shut-the-f**k-up-and-play-along warning. She gave the crew a bright, totally fake smile.
"Well, yeah," she said smoothly. "If we aren't dating, why the f**k would we f**k?"
I stared at her for a few seconds. Her knuckles were white where she was gripping her clip-board, and her eyes were screaming at me to validate her little lie.
I see what you're doing, Valentina, I thought, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across my face. You'd rather claim me as your boyfriend than admit you let me bend you over that workbench after ten minutes.
"Yeah,"
