The alarm clock rang, not that it needed to because Lola hadn’t slept for more than an hour after she nodded off. She was staring up at the ceiling with her phone lying on her chest. Clay’s message was still very much in the front of her mind and occupied her thoughts—his face when she first met him, the way his eyes glinted, and how he held his own with Jax. There was something curious about him, something she wanted to get to know.

However, then there was the other part of her ...