"Maybe, but not enough," Jax supposed. Tara was always running around with surgery or with the boys.

"And hey, that's just what I think. I'm not God," he said. Jax turned to kiss her softly before grabbing the remaining bags. If nothing else, it looked like Tara had had them covered in terms of puppy needs, but he'd likely do some reading up on his own.

"I like her, Tara. I'm glad you brought her. The rest we'll figure out."