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QUINN

I haven’t spoken to Jax since that day in the locker room. For the past two days, I’ve kept busy with training and IT, resisting the temptation to even look his way. Honestly, I’m not sure how to feel about him anymore- I just keep wondering whether our connection was real or if I built it up in my head since he seemed just as drawn to me as I was to him. He may not have been drawn to me at all, though- he was just doing my brother’s bidding.

On the other hand, that doesn’t account for our first meeting, because the spark between us was definitely there that night- and we both looked for each other afterwards, seeking something. That certainly points to our connection being genuine, doesn’t it? Maybe I’m just being too guarded, trying to protect myself after Clay put me through hell. Either way, my walls are up when it comes to Jax.

I spot him right away when I walk into the Goldenleaf bar, though, and he looks s