"We always liked to do things full throttle," Jax said, giving her a smile. They'd never been very good at sitting and doing nothing, even when that kind of peace offered itself to them. When things got static, that was when they decided to take the Harley up against the edge of a canyon, riding and shouting like a pair of idiots.

He squeezed her hand and leaned back, looking at her. "I'm going to do the best I can. I'll be good, promise."