Jax breathed out a sigh of relief as he molded around Tara, kissing her temple and running fingers into her hair. He tried to listen, to really hear what it was than Tara was afraid of rather than blanket her concerns with platitudes.

"I'm scared of that too, babe," he said honestly. It was near-paralyzing, that fear. "But this ain't Charming. People here are different. Clay ain't here. So it's not gonna play out the same. I gotta believe that for the both of us."