Michigan’s Upper Peninsula

"Pacing isn't going to make time pass any faster, you know," Jax said.

I stopped and glared at him. He sat on the couch, an open book on his lap, though I doubted he was actually reading any of the words on the page. But every so often, he'd flip the page and sigh.

"And pretending to read will?" I crossed my arms and raised a brow.

He laughed, closed the book, and set the hardcover tome on the coffee table. "No, ...