Chapter 2-2
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Later that night, after a dead night at Ink Envy, I walk into the apartment to find a half-eaten cake. Jax comes out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist.
“Clothes aren’t optional around here,” I say.
He spots me eyeing the cake. “She’s a great baker, huh? Lemon is my favorite.”
“Lemon?” I mumble. “I f*****g hate lemon.”
He puts his hand on my shoulder. “Oh s**t, am I already taking your place?” He chuckles and stalks off to his room.
Rian knows I hate lemon. Why would she bake that?
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