Della watched him walk away as though she were in some kind of a trance. "What the hell just happened?" She said out loud, sitting back down in her chair. As she leaned back, she felt a tug on her arm. Little Jax wanted her to pick him up so he could sit on her lap. She obliged, and he sat peacefully, watching the waves lazily crash on the shore.
"What's up, kiddo?" She asked him, and he just giggled in response. "You sound happy!"
"Appy," Jax said, pointing his finger at nothing. She followed his finger, and found him pointing at a sleek black sedan that was pulling away from the beach.
That was weird, she thought. "That was my second chance mate. It had to be but is there something wrong with my nose?" She asked aloud. So what if she was talking to herself? She wasn't crazy. She inhaled Jax's sweet scent, she would know it anywhere. It wasn't her nose. Something was off.
