Sea Breeze 01 - Breathe

mentioned it paid for your food the first night we met, I thought maybe you were joking or being melodramatic, but now . . .” He stopped.
    I picked up where he left off. “She’s too far into her pregnancy, and it’s too difficult for her to work. She doesn’t hold down jobs well. During the school year, she struggles from job to job. She worked here until my first day out of school.”
    He didn’t say anything, and neither did I. We just sat there holding hands and watching the sun set over the water. Just before it sank, Jax stood up.
    He held out his hand for me to take. “We’d better head back before the sun sets completely.”
    His fingers never left mine as we walked back to the house. The only way to explain it is to say it was very close to an out-of-body experience. Holding hands with Jax Stone and feeling like we connected. He didn’t seem like a rock star anymore. He wasn’t the guy I saw on posters and in magazines. He wasn’t the hottie I’d seen on MTV. He was just Jax. I thought about the times Marcus had held my hand, and how casual it had seemed. But the warmth from Jax’s hand sent a tingling sensation up my arms. He was a rock star and I was his maid, for crying out loud. I cleaned his vegetables!
    We stopped outside the servants’ entrance.
    “Thanks for the walk today.” He smiled down at me again, and my insides went to mush.
    I was in trouble. I liked this guy, and that was bad.
    “You’re welcome.” I know it sounded stupid, but I really didn’t know what else to say.
    “When do you need a ride home?”
    I shook my head. I’d almost forgotten about his promise to supply me with a ride home. “I will be fine, honestly. I have been to the store a million times on my bike. Marcus just doesn’t realize it is very manageable.”
    “Out of the question. I’ll have a car waiting for you at the front entrance. Whenever you’re ready to leave, it’s there. The driver will take you wherever you need to go.” I started to argue, and he placed one of his very talented fingers over my lips. “Don’t argue. I don’t like the idea any more than Marcus. He’s right. It isn’t safe.”
    I knew it would be fine, but I didn’t want to stand out here arguing over his doing exactly what he’d promised Marcus he would do. “Okay. I’ll go see if Ms. Mary needs any help before I leave.”
    Jax smiled, apparently pleased that I wasn’t going to argue. “Thanks for the walk,” he said again, and turned to leave.
    I wanted to watch him walk away, but I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. No matter how insane the idea of a friendship with Jax Stone seemed, I really believed we were in the beginning of one.
    I helped Ms. Mary finish up the dishes, then went back to the laundry room to change. I wanted to get home, lie in bed, and think about my time down by the water with Jax. I wanted to memorize each word and glance. I wanted to slap myself because my reaction bordered on ridiculous. I needed to be hoping he would keep his distance and not pursue a friendship with me, because I feared I just might become one of those crazed girls with a crush.
    I said good-bye to Ms. Mary and exited through the servants’ door. I walked around to the front of the house and stopped short at the very expensive silver Hummer limo waiting on me. I should have expected extravagance since I doubted Jax owned anything normal. I walked toward the car. A man dressed in black stood beside the machine. He stepped forward with a serious expression on his face and opened the door. I remembered him as one of the large men who’d been here the first day I arrived. “Marcus took your bike when he left. It should be at your home when you arrive.”
    I hadn’t realized Marcus was taking my bike for me. I had actually forgotten all about needing to get my bike home. Jax had me completely flustered. “Thanks,” I said, and stepped inside. I hadn’t been expecting anyone else.
    “My intention was to let you go home alone, but I didn’t like that idea. I hope you don’t mind the company.” Jax sat in the seat directly across from me, drinking an expensive bottle of water and watching a baseball game. He held a remote in his hands and clicked off the baseball game showing on the television above my head.
    I sat down on the black leather seat and smiled. My heart thumped in my chest, and I wanted to appear unaffected by his appearance. “Um, no, I don’t mind.”
    He grinned and handed me a fancy water.