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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 178 Rollover

Jax rubbed his hand over his chin beard with a surprised look on his face.

"Did that just happen?"

"What?"

"You and Tara getting along and planning lunch?"

"She seems nice. She said that you were with her in the past and I'm with you now and she doesn't think there's any reason why we can't be friends. She also said she doesn't hate me because I didn't cause the break-up. I thought I would give it a shot. I don't really know anyone but you. Is it going to be too weird for you?"

Scarlett wasn't taken in by her bonding Lifetime/Hallmark moment with Tara. She knew Tara was still in love with Jax. She suspected this friendship overture had more to do with getting information to use for her to get Jax back. She was following the old advice to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

"No. I'm surprised. When Tara and I were together, she was crazy jealous. She got into all kinds of cat fights."

"Did you expect her to fight me?"

"Nah," he said flashing her the Jax Teller killer smile. "I figured she would take it easy on you because you aren't in fighting shape."

"Wow, thanks. I'd hate to think you left us alone thinking we might be rolling around in a cat fight."

"Darlin' if you're rolling around, I want it to be with me."

Scarlett rolled her eyes.

"Want me to tell you what we would be wearing?" he whispered in her ear.

She caught her breath at the look in his eyes. Her body was reacting to Jax like he was a blowtorch. He seemed to have more intensity today or maybe she'd gotten used to a certain level of Jax and, when she hadn't seen him for a couple of days, she'd lost some of her resistance. Her bones felt liquefied.

"You're lucky you're cute because you are getting to be impossible," Scarlett said.

"I think you are becoming less impossible."

Her heart hammered painfully in her chest. She reminded herself that she never falls in love, but it was getting to the point when her emotions were no longer obeying her brain.

How could any woman be expected to keep resisting a tall, blonde, hard-bodied man with perfect features and blue eyes the color of the sky on a rare air pollution free day? Most women would have slept with him by now.

Her back injury gave her the excuse not to take things further. She wondered if Jax would ever figure out that sex can be accomplished a number of different ways. With a little patience and experimenting, they could have sex. It was fun letting him think it was impossible.

The mysterious nature of back injuries gave her the cover and excuse she needed not to take their relationship to a more physical level. She enjoyed playing him. She had a feeling it was rare for a woman to have the upper hand with Jax Teller.

"What's up with that smile?" Jax demanded.

"You can quit looking down the front of my dress. My breasts are still there and they haven't changed," Scarlett said, neatly sidestepping his question.

Jax laughed.

"I'm a man. It's a reflex. You do have great breasts."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Only the ones with great breasts," Jax protested.

Just as he was sliding is arm around her, five year-old Tristen Oswald ran up to them.

"Daddy, look! It's the angel lady," she said pointing at Scarlett.