"You told me once dear, you really loved me and no one else could come between us but now you've left me and you love another and you have shattered all my dreams." - You Are My Sunshine by Jimmie Davis
"Juicy," his name was a tiny moan. "Get off me, Jax is back early."
"What?" Juice pulled his head up and listened closely as a Harley roared into the cul-de-sac. "Shit. I thought you said three?" Jumping off the bed he dressed quickly and grabbed his things.
"I did," she followed suit and redressed in a hurry.
"I'll call you later." He kissed her pouty lips and slipped out into the backyard and over the wall just as Jax unlocked the front door.
"I'm back," Jax called out.
"Hello," Trinity appeared from the hall with flushed cheeks. "Ally is sleeping."
Looking up from the mail he smiled and nodded. "When's Amelia coming home?"
"She said around dinner," Trinity shrugged. "Oh and she said not to worry, she's washing your pants today and not don't touch the washer. I think that was more ironic, though, being as you don't really do the laundry."
Jax pulled a face and nodded. "Both of you girls need to give me a break."
She just smiled and shrugged. "I'll be going for the day then, unless you need me."
"You're good," Jax called out from down the hall. "Thanks."
"Aye, have a good one." She grabbed her purse and, on her way out, text Juice to meet her. As much as she hated Juice's obsession with keeping their budding romance a secret she obliged for the time being. He made her happy, helping ease the loneliness of being in a new country surrounded by happy and devoted couples. She had family and friends sure, but she didn't have a partner until she met Juice.
When Amelia returned home she saw Jax and Alice playing out in the yard, a rare but gorgeous sight. Smiling to herself she headed back into the laundry room to load up the machine. She hummed to herself while measuring out the detergent until the sudden appearance of Jax startled her into a dramatic gasp. As she jumped, slapping her hand to her chest, Amelia knocked the giant bottle of detergent to the floor.
"Oh shit," she hissed. Dropping to her knees she picked up the cracked plastic and glared at Jax. "Can I blame you for this?"
"If you do I'll take it," he helped her by taking the bottle and starting the washer. "Sorry, babe."
"It's fine, I've been so jumpy lately."
"You're tired," he crouched down and tilted her head to look at him. "You're always like this when you're tired. I'll clean it up."
"No, I'll do it. Thanks, though." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the letters, wedged between the washer and dryer, and shook her head.
"I can start dinner," he suggested. "You know, order a pizza."
"Sounds good," she smiled as he headed to the kitchen. Reaching her fingers in the gap she wiggled the stack out and read the note on top.
"Amelia, your mother is more than a ghost. She lived a deeper life and loved you but she feared for you as well. In case you'd like to know the full truth and protect yourself, you should read these."
"You're staying?" Opie huffed on the phone. "Again?"
"I'm not driving back when I have to meet with the distributor in the morning." Mae rolled her eyes. "We need to secure more outlets in order to have the funds to stay in California."