The room was exactly as promised: floral wallpaper peeling at the edges, a bed that sagged like a tired mule, and a closet door with a heavy brass lock. Jax paced the length of the room, checking windows, testing the lock on the main door.
“Told you we should’ve taken my truck,” Jax said, not for the first time. He was already out of the passenger seat, the soles of his boots crunching on loose gravel. The desert air was dry and cool, carrying the faint ghost of creosote. coco lovelock jax
Jax was quiet. The clock on the nightstand ticked toward 1:30 a.m. The room was exactly as promised: floral wallpaper
Coco’s breath caught. The playful spark in her eyes flickered into something deeper. “Jax…” ” Jax said