12 Chapter 12

Once inside, he went about his usual routine, checking the house and making sure there were no doors or windows messed with, listening to the voice mails, and returning a couple of calls. While he tried to get a handle on what he should do with Gabriel, he simply ignored him, but that was easier pretended than actually done.

The young man was not noisy or obtrusive—quite the opposite really—but there was no way in hell Jax could forget he was there. Used to being alone, another person’s presence was as hard for him to ignore as a bloody body in the middle of his living room.

After a few more minutes, he had to acknowledge Gabriel and start to deal with him. “Hungry?”

The other man had found a spot at the end of the beat-up couch and sat there, almost motionless, while Jax puttered around. “Not starving, but I could eat, I guess.”

“Last meal you had was jail food and it would’ve been this morning, right?”