Page 42 of Fierce Betrayal (L.A. Ruthless 3)

“I told you that she fought dirty.”

“So you haven’t?”

“No. She’s not my type and I’m definitely not hers. You’re much more her style.”

“Oh.” I blush remembering the fire in her eyes when I was straddling her earlier.

“Friday night shouldn’t have happened though, Luce. I’m sorry,” he whispers, taking a step closer to me until his breath dusts my cheek.

“Do you regret it, Jax?” I blink at him.

He brushes the hair back from my face. “Yes.”

The word is like a sliver of ice slicing through my heart. I step back from him, pulling out of his embrace. “Oh.”

“Luce.”

“We’d better get going,” I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder as I walk around the truck to the passenger side. Jackson Decker can go to hell.