There it was. The cagey fear, the implications in her words. All of them were like a sledgehammer to the chest.

"Tara...what do you think I'm gonna do?" he asked, refusing to acknowledge the obvious.

Three years. Three years apart and in that time, he'd become a man that Tara thought capable of killing her. Maybe, to her, she wasn't even a man anymore. Maybe he had become a monster. The look she gave him now? He felt like he'd transformed into one before her eyes.

"Tara. Do you really think I'd–" he couldn't even say it, could barely comprehend it.

Jax closed his eyes, leaned back against the counter and tried to begin to under stand what was happening. "Jesus Christ..."