Diva's brows furrowed deeply as she watched Mari skip off. The silence that hung between her and Jax was tense, the kind that crackled even in the absence of words.
Jax exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, then looked at Diva.
"She's just messing with you," he said in a low voice. "Don't let it get to you."
Diva gave him a look, one he knew too well — the "I'm not stupid" look.
"You're telling me she slipped her underwear under your pillow, you let her sleep on your bed and you touched her because you thought she was me while dreaming of her. You let her call you her baby and hang on your arm like a koala… and I'm just supposed to believe it's all her and you have no role in it? You're just letting it all happen for what? I'd feel less stupid if you were being straight with me."
Jax sighed. "Diva—"
"You went to her bedroom…"
"To return her underwear."
