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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 122 Parole
Scarlett was slowly and painfully pacing while Jax had one last swim. Her phone rang. She pulled it out of her jeans pocket and looked at the caller ID. David Hale. She sent the call to her voice mail. She was glad he'd called. He could be useful and she needed to establish a friendship with him.
Jax walked up the steps to the deck soaking wet.
"Come close, darlin' and you can dry me off."
"Didn't you once offer to dry me off with your tongue?"
Jax chuckled.
"Standing offer. Anytime you like."
"Here's my standing reply—never," she said with a grin.
"OK, Scars, I'll get the charcoal started and then jump in the shower."
"Scars?"
"You don't remember that either? You were telling me about your back surgery scar and showed it to me."
"How did I show you? With your eyes or with your hands?"
"You took my hands and showed me where you were sliced open."
Jax closed the gap between them and touched her spine, his fingers going to the base of her spine above the butt crack or tramp stamp area as it was more popularly known.
She looked into his eyes, narrowing her eyes as she studied his face.
"Under or over my clothes?" she challenged him.
"Over, of course. You did insist that I touch the long scar on your ankle because you were bragging about the skill of the orthopedist who did the surgery and how flat the scar healed. I've got to say, you were right. That thing's practically invisible and flawlessly healed."
"It really is. Would you mind swinging by an urgent care or an ER so I can get a prescription for physiotherapy? I can't get one in Charming because I'm using a different name for all the medical treatment for this injury."
"I didn't know you needed a prescription."
"Some places will take you without, but I need to go somewhere with great therapists. This isn't an easy injury to fix. Could you help me sit in a deck chair? I'm really stiff today."
Jax helped Scarlett by holding out his arm. She grabbed it. He lowered his arm and Scarlett lowered her body, he paused to give her back a moment to adjust to this new position before lowering his arm again until she was finally low enough to sit in the chair.
After lighting the charcoal, he left. Scarlett watched the flames. There was just nothing like a real barbeque complete with fire. In California when she smelled smoke, she thought wild fire. In Texas, she would think a new BBQ place opened up.
She was dreading the return to Charming. This had been a nice escape and now it was back to work. She wondered how much she'd see of Jax. Despite her loner nature, she'd begun to enjoy having him around.
Her phone rang and it was her father's ringtone.
"Is Jax around?"
"No, we're still at the house. He's taking a shower then we're going to eat and leave."
"Have you looked at the internet?"
"No."
Bad news had a way of starting with those words. Scarlett felt fear spread through her body.
"Buck Jeffers got parole."
Scarlett's mind went blank and she looked at the phone her hand shaking.
"Scarlett? Scarlett? Are you still there?"
"Yeah," she said softly. "I thought he had to do another ten years."
"He appealed his sentence and got time knocked off."
"If he's on probation, he can't leave the state. He'll have to stay in Texas."
"He can try to get permission or violate his parole. The parole system isn't that strong."
"There aren't any SOA chapters in Texas. He can't be in the MC anymore, can he?"
"To leave the MC, he would have to be kicked out or resign. My sources say neither has happened. The MCs have what they call a nomad chapter for members without a permanent chapter."
"I can't believe a man who sold kids for sex is getting out of jail so soon."
"Unfortunately, he never got charged for that. He'll be getting out in a couple of weeks. I'll let you know the exact date when one is assigned."
"He's going to come out here. I know it. He's going to join SAMCRO."
Just as she said SAMCRO, Jax walked out onto the deck wearing one of his "Reaper Crew" T-shirts complete with reaper graphic.