Coco Lovelock — Jax

At 2 a.m., they stood side by side in front of the closet. Jax’s hand hovered over the brass lock. Coco’s fingers intertwined with his.

Jax unfolded it. In shaky, old-woman handwriting, it read: coco lovelock jax

Coco slid out her side, a cascade of copper curls escaping her silk scarf. She stretched her arms above her head like a cat waking from a nap. “But where’s the romance in a truck that doesn’t break down, Jax? Hmm?” At 2 a