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On their way out the door, Poppy turned back and said, “Bye, Ravage.”
“Bye, Poppy.”
“Bye, Ms. Emery.”
“Bye, Sweetheart.”
I watched as she and Clara disappeared into their car, and when I turned around, I found Ravage standing there with a smile on his face. I’d always thought Ravage was hot, but smiling Ravage took it to a different level. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything quite so sexy.
I smiled back at him as I said, “You liked her.”
“She’s hard not to like.”
“She likes you, too."
“You think?”
“Yeah, and she doesn’t like everybody.”
His smile faded into something much softer. “I had a feeling she didn’t, and I don’t blame her. I feel the same.”
“Me too.” I took a sip of my coffee and smiled. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to bring me anything.”
“I know. I wanted to.” He paused, and the air seemed to still around us. “We’re gonna have to put the lessons off for a bit.”
“Okay. That’s fine… Any idea how long?”
“Can’t say for sure.”
“Is everything okay?”
“No, but it will be.”
“Does this have anything to do with Jax looking like he was in a bar fight?”
“He was.”
“Must’ve been a bad one, because his face looks like it’s been through a meat grinder.”
“That’s just how he looks.”
“Ravage.”
“It’s true.”
“He was hurt.”
“He’s fine,” Ravage argued. “He’s got a split lip, a couple of stitches, and a hell of a story to tell. He couldn’t be better.”
“Was he the only one in this bar fight?”
“Coop was with him.”
His face went blank as he waited for my reaction. I didn’t give him one, but I did ask, “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine.”
“Is that all you can tell me?”
