Coco Lovelock Jax _verified_ -

“Every time you chase a story — a ghost, a hunch, a ‘feeling’ — I’m right behind you. But I’m not chasing the mystery, Coco. I’m chasing you .” He didn’t look at her when he said it. He stared at his own hands, calloused and still faintly greasy from the car.

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

Coco’s breath caught. The playful spark in her eyes flickered into something deeper. “Jax…” coco lovelock jax

He turned the key.

“Together,” she whispered.

“You and your lack of them.” She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand. “When’s the last time you did something that scared you? Not ‘almost died’ scared. Magic scared.”

Coco Lovelock believed in omens. Jax believed in oil changes. “Every time you chase a story — a

“I’m scared of losing you,” he said finally. The words landed soft, then detonated.