I couldn't even concentrate on the show that was playing, because my mind kept replaying seeing him again. He was still as sexy as ever, in his button down and dark jeans. My skin still tingled from his touch.

Unconsciously, I rubbed my shoulder where he had lightly gripped me.

The sounds of the street below mingled with the sounds of the TV, lulling me into a sense of security I always seemed to feel here. Robotically, I turned off the TV and made my way to my bedroom.

It didn't take long to fall into a deep sleep.

"Lily, my sexy little goth girl, where have you been all my life?" Jax asked, tilting my chin up to look in my eyes.

I smiled, loving the little nickname and reached out to touch him.

"I've been here all along Jax." I whispered, my breath caught deep in my throat.

Butterflies swam relentlessly in my stomach, trying desperately to fly their way out. He reached forward and ran a finger down my cheek, and my eyes closed as I leaned into his touch. God, it felt good. His index finger softly traced my lips and then my nose, ending on my cheek again.

"Look at me." He said.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed me.

I woke with a start, covered in sweat and breathing hard. I wondered instantly if that would be what it felt like to kiss him. Even more I wondered why I was having sexually charged dreams about him. I mean, he was hot and all, but it wasn't really anything more than that.

I shook the thoughts away, refusing to let myself go there with another man ever again. I didn't need the complication of a relationship because it would only undo every bit of progress I'd made in the last few years. Not that there was much.

Refusing to dwell on it any longer, I got up and showered, ready to face the day and find a new job. I didn't have much in the way of skills, but I was hoping I could put my business degree to some kind of use. I had wasted four years on it after all.

Once I was dressed, I scoured the classified ads, looking for some kind of direction to go in today when looking for work. I circled a few potentials, then tucked the paper under my arm and made my way out the door.

In the car, my thoughts went back to those dark brown eyes that cut into me like no other. Why couldn't I forget this man? Why was he suddenly, again, my every waking thought?

I knew that I should cancel on him for coffee, but as scared as I was- I was equally intrigued. There was something there that pulled me in, and I had to figure out what it was, so that I could stop it.

I told myself that I would forget about him and focus on finding a job, so I concentrated really hard on the road. I didn't need to psych myself out anyway before talking to potential employers. Today was about setting my life back into motion, not wondering about the what ifs that were so ridiculous even I thought I was stupid.

The first stop was to a lawyer's office that was looking for a receptionist. It wasn't my ideal job, but the pay was pretty good. I pulled into the long narrow parking lot, and maneuvered my car into one of the only available spaces. Either they were really swamped with clients, or I had some competition.

I got out of my car and headed inside. The waiting room was full of people, reading magazines and having hushed conversations with each other. I took a seat in one of the only chairs and folded my hands in my lap, and stared straight ahead of me at the wall.

Obviously, it would do me no good to focus on my competition, because then I would just psych myself out and ruin the interview.

"Miss Grace?" The receptionist called, looking around the room.

I stood and followed her into a giant conference room with a table big enough to seat an entire unit of the army. It was a dark cherry wood, with tons of black swivel chairs seated around it. At the head of the table, a man sat, watching me like a hawk.

When I looked up, I swallowed, thinking I had somehow run into the brown eyed beauty again.

"Come, have a seat." The man motioned to the chair beside him.

Okay, it isn't Jax. But he damn sure looks a lot like him. Maybe they are related.

I took the chair next to him and folded my shaky hands into my lap. The last thing I needed was to be reminded of him while trying to ace this interview.

It was uncanny how much they looked alike. They could almost be twins.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to be forward or anything, but are you related to a Jax?"

The man instantly looked up, confusion written on his face.

"Why would you ask me that?" He practically yelled, so much anger in his voice.

"I'm sorry. It's just you look just like him. I'm having a hard time concentrating because of it." I looked back down at my lap and tried to avoid his eyes. They were piercing just like Jax's.

"How do you know Jax?"

This is not how this interview is supposed to be going. This is my worst nightmare come to life. I should have just kept my big stupid mouth shut.

"I ran into him with my car three years ago." I laughed, trying to push back my nervousness.

"Oh hell. You're that girl."

I had no idea what he meant, and I didn't intend to find out. Before I could say anything to pull the conversation back to my interview, the man cleared his throat and stood.

"This interview is over. My secretary will be in touch in a few days to give you all the details you will need to start."

Wait, what???

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, standing from my own chair. "There seems to be some kind of mistake. I didn't even interview."

The man laughs, holding out his hand to me.

"I already know everything about you Lily Grace. I thought the name sounded familiar, but it didn't click until you asked me about Jay."

I stared at him, in complete and total shock, wondering what the hell was going on here.

"I don't understand?"

The man placed his large hand on my lower back, escorting me towards the door.

"We don't need to interview, because I already know the answers to all my questions. Jay and I spent a year searching for you after that accident. He's gonna freak when I tell him I found you."

I could feel my eyebrows pulling together as more confusion settled in. I wanted to be happy that I had a decent job, but I also wanted to earn said job on my own merit. Not because some guy wanted to play the hero to a guy I shouldn't even be talking to in the first place.

"I just saw Jax yesterday." I whispered, almost afraid if I told him this, that he would take back the job offer.

"Even better. Have a wonderful day Miss Grace. We'll be in touch."