weekend awaits," Jude says with a wave of his arm to the vehicle, making me laugh as I climb into the back seat. He slides in beside me, and their dad is already waiting in the driver’s seat while Jax puts my things in the back. Again I can't help but wonder about their mother. Maybe I can ask Jude sometime, since I know he won't bite my head off for asking.
"Hi, Mr. Malone," I say in greeting.
"Hi, Page. Sorry my knuckleheaded sons drug you out that way."
"Oh, it's fine. It's probably all the steroids making them so testosteroni," I tease.
"No, you didn't just say that," Jude huffs. Lifting his Every time you masturbate God kills a kitten t-shirt, complete with an adorable faced feline. Instead of a cat I'm suddenly fixated on his tan, washboard abs. I have to swallow back the drool. "This is all years of hard work, baby, and nothing else."
"I beg your pardon, but I'd have to point out that it's also great genetics," his dad says with a smile from the front seat.
The guys have me cracking up the entire three and a half hour drive. The time seems to fly by. They are so different from my uptight family, and I love it.
Jude and I played toll tap, sort of like punch bug, but with toll booths instead of Volkswagens. Every time one of those bad boys came into sight you'd have to try and be the first one to tap the other and yell "Toll tap!" I'm sure my shoulder is going to have bruises on it, but I gave as good as I got.
Jax is the quietest during the trip. Looking out the window most of the time, he seem like he's a thousand miles away. I figure the idea of going to court Monday is probably getting to him, making the whole situation seem more real.
When we arrive at the hotel, Jax checks us in while me, Jude and his dad wander around the non-smoking side of the casino. I've already had two fruity drinks when Jax finds us to give us our room keys.
"They took your bags on up to your room already," he tells me when he hands over the plastic card.
"Aw, thanks," I say with a pat to his chest that may have turned into more of a petting. "You're so sweet, Jax. Even sweeter now that I know you're not an angry rapist," I blurt out, maybe a tad too honestly.
He smiles and looks over at his laughing brother. "Is she already drunk?"
"Ah, well, I didn't know she was such a lightweight," Jude tells him. "She's only had like two of those fruity things."
"Oh my God! It's Jackson Malone!" We hear a feminine squeal, followed by several more.
"Ah shit," Jax groans when three young and very pretty women head for him.
"Sorry, ladies," I say, turning around to stand in front of the big, sexy man to block their path. "As his attorney, I've advised Mr. Malone not to concur...confer with any females until such time as his case is over."
The women don't look very pleased at hearing that, so I throw them a bone. "Have you met his brother, Jude? He's so much nicer than Jax and looks just like him, see," I tell them, shooing them away in his direction. Jude looks like he's going to make a run for it.
"Thanks." Jax chuckles from behind me.
"All part of my job," I tell him when I turn around to face him.
"I didn't know attorneys also handled private security for MMA fighters," he replies.
" Jax !" came another feminine scream.
"Shit. I better head to my room."
"I'll go with you. Not to your room, but mine, I mean," I clarify. "I mean, you go to yours and I'll go to mine. I need a shower and to change clothes. Might be time for that bathing suit."
"Let's go. And you shouldn't go anywhere this weekend by yourself. It's not safe for women to wander around alone in a wild and crazy town like this."
"Ironic advice coming from you." I snort, as I stumble forward toward the elevator.
Jax catches me around the waist but immediately let’s go to grab my elbow instead. "I think you should probably go easy on the alcohol."
"Yes, father," I tease when the doors swoosh open and we climb on the elevator. Luckily Jax knows
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