KRIS HADN'T BEEN back to the clubhouse since Wednesday. Instead, she had been pouring over all the paperwork and evidence, again, to see if she could come up with something. She had just gotten back from Stockton, visiting her father. Now, she had set up her MP3 player and speakers and was getting ready for a night out.

It wasn't the same, getting ready without her best friend with her. But Kris knew she needed to go out. She needed to get out of this motel room, she needed to get out of her head. Stop thinking about the case and her father and the hearing. Just have some fun.

Drying her hair and adding a little mousse, she slipped into her favorite black, lacy underwear and strapless bra. Then she slid the dress up and on, looking at herself in the mirror. She began applying her makeup. Just a little mascara and eyeliner and some sparkly eye shadow. Lip gloss was last.

Time for the killer heels, she thought to herself. If there was anything that was going to get her laid tonight, it was these heels. She and Natalia called them her "do-me shoes". She sat down on the bed, putting them on. Beauty is pain, Kris, she thought, standing up. She grabbed her ID, her credit card and some mints before heading out the door to her taxi.

"I KNOW WHAT you're gonna say."

There was no way Opie could know what he was thinking. Abel was staying with Gemma and Clay tonight. They had even agreed that Jax needed a night out. Jax had thought it would be himself, Opie, a couple other guys. He was wrong.

"Lyla said she wanted to dance."

Lyla was indeed in the car, in the passenger seat, smiling. Jax sighed. It didn't really matter, did it? Jax was simply going to get drunk and find a woman. He could do that with or without wingmen.

"It's fine, Ope. Let's just go."

He climbed into the backseat, where Juice was sitting, a grin on his face. Jax just shook his head as Opie got in behind the wheel. "Where are we going?"

Lyla turned and smiled as she said, "Valentine's."

Of all the places to go, Jax thought, sitting back. But Opie did say that Lyla wanted to dance and that was pretty much the only place she could. There was that country-western bar, but Jax hadn't been there in years. And Duff's was a place he could go anytime. Soon, probably, he thought, to shoot some pool.

Arriving at the club slash bar, they all got out of the car. Lyla took the keys from Opie with a smile and said, "I'm the designated driver tonight."

Jax didn't give a damn who was driving. He'd be taking a cab to whatever woman's house he was planning on hooking up with tonight.

They were let into the club and the music was going. Jax remembered that they played a mix here, of rap, R&B and classic rock. All the songs were intended to make you want to get up and dance. He and the guys made their way to the bar. Lyla kissed Opie and headed off in a different direction. She probably had girlfriends here that she was meeting.

Jax ordered them each a shot and handed one to Opie and Juice. They raised them and then downed them. It felt good to be out. Out of the club, out from under Clay's scrutiny, just out to have a good time. It was exactly what he needed.

"Lookin' to get some tonight, huh?"

Jax glanced at Juice before ordering more shots. Did everyone think he needed to get laid? Apparently. He handed the other two men another shot and they downed that one as well. The liquor made its way through Jax's system and he knew with a few more he'd be loosened up enough to start the task of finding a woman.

After another shot, Jax heard a low whistle from Juice. It was hard to hear much in here, but Jax was able to hear the sound, being right next to him.

"That has got to be the greatest pair of legs I have ever seen."

Jax followed Juice's line of sight. Damn. He was absolutely right. Long, lean and sexy. The dress she was wearing was short, stopping in the middle of her thigh. It was a halter dress and her arms were just as good as her legs. Long, lean and sexy. The blonde hair was down, in waves. And she was moving to the music on the dance floor.

Jax's pulse started to speed up. He felt his senses heighten. He knew those legs. It couldn't be her, though. Could it? A moment later, she turned and he caught sight of her face. It was. The hot woman was Kris.

"Holy shit."

Opie was staring now too and Jax thought he might have to pick his and Juice's jaws up off the floor. Jax had always noticed her legs. Hell, Jax had noticed everything about her since she had come home. But he thought he could get over it, find a new woman. Preferably one who didn't hate his guts, who didn't hate everything about him and what he stood for. One who didn't treat him like he had the plague. But for him, there was no other woman in this club right now. Only Kris. Now what the hell was he going to do about it?