Emma and Jax woke up the next morning with a renewed sense of determination. The intensity of their night together had provided a temporary escape from the uncertainty and fear that had consumed them, but now it was time to face reality. They had too many unanswered questions, too many loose ends that needed to be tied up.
As Emma dressed, she couldn’t help but steal glances at Jax. His movements were purposeful, his expression focused. She could see the weight of their mission etched into his face, the tightness in his jaw, the furrow in his brow. He was preparing for whatever lay ahead, just as she was.
“What’s our next move?” Emma asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was calm, but her heart was pounding with anticipation.
Jax glanced at her, his eyes softening slightly at her quest
