Afterburn

confused.”
    “Should I smack him around some? Knock some sense into him?”
    I laughed softly. “God, I miss you.”
    * * *
    W E SLEPT PAST NOON , went out to eat, then sat on the couch and played video games until my thumbs ached from using the controller. I left my smartphone in my purse, powered off and squashed any impulse to check it. I’d left a note for Angelo and Vincent about where I’d be. With Lei off the grid for the weekend, there was no one else who needed to reach me before Monday.
    When it came time for Nico to head into Rossi’s, I got up off the couch with him.
    “Need an extra set of Rossi hands?” I asked.
    He grinned. “Sure. I have an extra T-shirt around here somewhere.”
    By seven, I found myself helping out at Rossi’s and remembering how much I loved the hands-on part of the business. I couldn’t do it long-term, like my brothers, but I was reminded that helping out every now and then was good for my soul. Dressed in jeans and a black Rossi’s T-shirt with my hair pulled back in a ponytail, I could almost believe I was back in high school. I didn’t know any of the customers coming in, but they quickly picked up on my relationship with Nico, due in large part to the playful ribbing we indulged in.
    Crossing my arms on the bar, I leaned over and teased, “Where’s my Bellini order? Pick it up, Rossi. You’re laggin’. I’m waitin’.”
    “Ya hear that?” he asked the pretty redhead sitting in front of him. “She’s rushing greatness.”
    I felt a charge that raised the hairs on my nape an instant before I felt a hand on my hip. I turned my head...
    And saw Jax.
    Blinking, I stared, drinking in the sight of him in jeans and a Rossi’s T-shirt from way back, before we updated the logo. It twisted me up a little to see that he’d kept the gift. And worn it some, judging by how broken in it was.
    “Jax. What are you doing here?”
    “What do you think?” He smiled.
    Damn it. His dimple threw me for a loop.
    I turned to face him, leaning back on the bar with my elbows and hitching my shoe onto the brass foot rail. It was a deliberately provocative pose and got me the response I’d been hoping for.
    His dark eyes swept me from head to toe and back again, coming to rest on my mouth. “Have dinner with me.”
    “Okay.”
    His brows rose at my quick reply.
    “Order up,” Nico said behind me.
    I turned back to him just in time to see him acknowledge Jax with a jerk of his chin and a handshake.
    “Jackson,” my brother greeted him. “I was just talking to Gianna about kicking your ass.”
    Jax grinned. “Good to see you, too, man.”
    Nico wagged a finger at him and moved back down the bar.
    As I transferred the three Bellinis onto my tray, I felt Jax’s hands come to rest lightly on my hips, an unmistakably proprietary move. His lips touched my nape, brushing softly. “I missed you,” he murmured.
    My hand shook slightly as I set the last tall, slender glass down. “Don’t fuck with me, Jax. It’s not cool.”
    “You missed me, too.”
    “Yeah, I did. Back up.” I lifted the tray and headed toward the table awaiting the order. “Come on,” I told him over my shoulder.
    I dropped the drinks off, smiling at the party of three women who were clearly out on a girls’ night. They eyed Jax, who leaned against the end of a booth with his arms crossed, his gaze on me as I leaned forward to serve.
    “You training him?” the brunette asked, grinning at Jax.
    “Tried to,” I quipped. “Failed miserably.”
    “I’m asking her to try again,” he said, winking at the table. A really rotten thing to do since it got the women all riled up...and me, too.
    “Give it a shot, girl,” the blonde encouraged. “Trying is half the fun!”
    They were laughing as I walked away, exchanging words with Jax, who lingered as I hit the bar to drop off the empty tray.
    “You okay?” Nico asked, intercepting me.
    “Yep.” I straightened my shoulders and abruptly decided on a course of action. Jax and I could dance around each other for days if I let us. I didn’t have the patience for it. “I’m heading out for a bit.”
    He nodded and reached over to squeeze my hand. “Give him hell.”
    “Thanks.” I pivoted and nearly ran into Jax, who’d come up behind me. “You staying somewhere?”
    The faint amusement on his face faded into something darker. Hotter. “I’ve got a room, yes.”
    “Let me grab my purse.”
    He caught my elbow before I walked away.