Watching the road as it turned into Kingsdale, he saw immediately there was indeed little there. The town square was nothing more than a regular residential block. In the middle was a small covered gazebo, which stood alone. On the right side were two business buildings, one a realty company, which was closed at 6:00 in the morning and next to it an empty looking building if the lack of signage or occupancy were accurate. A narrow road veered off of the left side of the realty company and the far side of the square, which held two more buildings. One a small store which boasted “Corks of all sizes “and “glass mason jars “painted on the window. A wooden bench sat out in front of the closed store and next to the store was another empty building. The left side of the square also held two buildings, one a bank and Mags’s Cafe. The last section of the square held two more buildings, one a day care which looked as if it had seen better days and one a yoga place, which also seemed to have little to no business by the age of the signs in the window, which still advertised their “Easter Special” even though it was July. These buildings, two each on each side of the square created a perfect square with the gazebo in the middle. Each business set itself apart either by paint color, siding choice, or shade of the shutters on each. But, all of the buildings were single story buildings and of similar size. Dodge pulled in front of Mags’s Cafe, looked at Jax and said, "Ready?"

"Yep, let's do this."

He exited the car and walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her. When she stepped out, her hair fell over her shoulders and the soft waves were nearly impossible not to touch. He reached forward for her hand and when their fingers touched, his heartbeat increased and his breathing shallowed. Then she looked up into his eyes and smiled and he thought he'd die right there. Her dark eyes sparkled and her smile was perfection. Her straight white teeth then scraped her bottom lip and he mumbled, "Well, fuck me."

She snorted lightly before whispering, "You wish." And he did. At that moment he wanted to toss her back into the car and take her somewhere private for the rest of the day. Instead he reminded himself of the mission and the money and put his head back on straight. He closed the car door, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and when her arm snaked around his waist the thought ran through his mind that this may be the hardest mission he'd ever been on.

Opening the door of the cafe, the little bell over the door rang and Jax proceeded him inside. Three mismatched tables stood empty before the large front window. Three booths lined the middle of the cafe, with a half wall along the left side. Behind the booths was an old-fashioned counter with no stools. The door to what he presumed was the kitchen stood off to the right. He walked to the counter with Jax in tow, both pretending to look at the menu which was written in chalk on the board above the window that opened into the kitchen. A waitress walked from the kitchen, her curly, stringy hair in a messy array on her head was barely held back with a skinny headband. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air and his stomach growled.

The waitress drawled, "How can I help ya'll?"

"Baby, what do you want?" He said sweetly to Jax. Her head tipped up and their eyes locked. She smiled at him and said, "I'm famished after last night. I'd like bacon, eggs and fried potatoes. Oh, and coffee."

He couldn't look away from her and he had to swallow three times to moisten his parched throat. Finally he felt he could speak without sounding like a teenager. "Make that two."

The waitress giggled. "You got it. Have a seat anywhere you like except the middle booth."

He turned them toward the front window but Jax halted and said to the waitress, "May I use the restroom?"

"Sure, hon. It's right on over there in the corner. Jiggle the toilet handle when you're done."

Jax looked up at him then and he couldn't help it, he leaned down and kissed her. The second his lips touched hers his heartbeat raced and his hands actually began shaking. He shouldn't have done it but he did. Too late now. He heard Jax whimper lightly and his tongue swiped out and licked her bottom lip. She let out a breath and he stood straight, slapped her ass and said, "Hurry back, hon."

Color him satisfied when he saw her freeze. He nudged her lightly and she shook her head then turned stiffly and walked to the bathroom. Heading toward the front window, he sat at the table to the far left so his back was against the wall. He could easily see out the front window, though there wasn't anything to see.

The waitress came to the table with two empty coffee cups and a pot of coffee. She set the cups down, poured the coffee without saying a word. Before she'd disappeared from sight a heavyset woman walked from the back room and sat at the middle booth. She wore jersey red shorts that dropped to her knees and an overly large printed jersey shirt. Her thinning, dishwater blond hair brushed her shoulders in an undiscernible style. Her faded blue eyes landed on him and stared. Her age was also hard to guess, but if he had too he’d say mid-forties. He nodded at her and mumbled, "Morning." She merely nodded once but said nothing. This had to be Mags.

Jax came from the bathroom and the first thing he noticed was her cheeks were flushed and dammit that looked good on her. He stood as she approached the table and pulled out the chair to his left so she'd be looking right at Mags. Once Jax sat, he slid her coffee cup to her then locked hands with her, brushing a brief kiss over her knuckles. Her cocoa colored eyes met his and he saw her pupils dilate and her nostrils flare. Smiling what he hoped was his most devastating smile, he leaned in close and whispered, "Mags."

She looked at the table, acting the part of the shy lover, and when he sat back, she picked up her coffee cup and glanced at Mags.

A black pickup truck, covered in dust, pulled up to the front of the cafe and parked next to their rental car. A tall, thin man exited the truck and walked into the cafe with a manila envelope, easily 9 inches by 11 inches or so, in his hand. He stood before the booth where Mags sat, nodded at her and waited. Mags looked at him silently then nodded, and the man sat in the booth across from her. He slid the envelope across the table and whispered something to her. She responded to him and the only things he could pick up were “family” and “again”.

He looked at Jax and she pulled a tube of lipstick from a small bag she had sitting on her lap. He hadn't even noticed that she'd pulled it from her duffle he'd been so engrossed in everything else about her. She swiped the clear gloss over her lips but left the tube on the table in front of her. Smiling sweetly at him, she took his hand in hers again and squeezed. "What should we do for the rest of the day, baby?" She asked and his mind went blank for a moment.

"I thought we'd do a bit of exploring. Isn't there supposed to be a horse ranch around here? Would you like to ride?"

"That sounds like fun."

The thin man stood and left the cafe. Taking a sip of his coffee he let his eyes shift to Mags and she pulled a wad of cash from the envelope, counted it in front of her, then tucked it into a zippered bank bag laying on the booth seat next to her. Her faded blue eyes veered to his and a small smirk lifted the left side of her lips, but her eyes never showed signs of humor.

Setting his coffee cup on the table he glanced at Jax, who had her phone laying on the table between them. He saw the microphone on the screen and assumed Josh was or all of the guys were listening in.

The waitress brought out their breakfast plates, refilled their coffees and he noticed that Jax smoothly lay her forearm over the screen of her phone so it wasn't visible to the waitress. Not that she seemed all that aware of anything around her.

Another man entered the cafe, and the routine was repeated. He stood at the edge of Mags’s table waiting for permission, envelope in hand. As soon as he sat, the envelope was pushed across the table and low murmuring could be heard That's when Jax's eyes caught his and her smile widened. She moved her arm and he noticed the microphone pulsing as if it was catching voices. Slightly lifting her lip gloss to show him the small dot on the edge of it he realized it was must be a high-powered microphone and it was picking up Mags’s discussions and relaying it to their team. They really did have cool toys.

Jax winked and his stomach flipped slightly. They ate slowly, and during their breakfast they witnessed four different men come and go. Mags seemed interested in them in between. Probably not used to seeing many tourists. At one point his eyes locked on hers and he decided to engage her in conversation.

"We can't help but notice there aren't any bars around here. Can you point us in the direction of the closest one?"

She folded her hands on the table top and exhaled before answering. "You're in the Bible Belt here, son. We can't serve alcohol within three hundred feet from a church and one thousand feet from a school in these parts. In case you haven't noticed, you can't throw a stone without hitting a church."

"Yes ma'am. We did notice the multitude of churches."

Never looking away from him, she pursed her lips as she seemed to select her words carefully. "Yes. So, I'm wondering what on earth two good-looking people like yourselves are doing in these parts. We don't have much to offer tourists in case you haven't noticed."

Jax smiled and took his hand. "We're just on a road trip. Our first one together to see if we can get along in a car for long periods of time. We don't have a destination in mind, just driving and stopping when the urge strikes. Unfortunately, after having a couple cups of coffee this morning, the urge struck just before we got here and I was so happy to see your lights on." Jax nodded to the restroom when she said 'urge' and Mags nodded slightly.

Mags pulled two sheets of paper from one of the envelopes on the table and spread them in front of her. Finally looking at her papers Dodge felt a bit of relief, but not fully. Mags watched everything around here and she was watching them, even if she didn't seem to be.

The waitress came around again and took their plates, quickly returning to refill their coffees once more and laying their bill on the table.

Dodge grabbed it, looked at the total, and then reached into his back pocket to pull his wallet out. Pulling a twenty from his wallet he dropped it on top of the bill and looked to see if he could catch the waitress. Mags said without looking up, "You'll need to take it up to the counter, you won't see that one again."

Dodge nodded and said to Jax loud enough for Mags to hear, "I'll use the restroom before we head out."

Jax smiled and to his surprise, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. His cheeks heated, he could feel them burning and that was nothing compared to the heat that grew behind his zipper. He was actually afraid to stand right about then. Then, the little vixen purred, "Don't be too long, Tarzan."

Well, fuck him and a monkey, what was he supposed to do with that? He swallowed, inhaled once and exhaled before saying, "I thought my length was one of the things you liked best."

Her cheeks flamed a pretty bright pink and he enjoyed watching her chest heave as her breathing seemed to increase dramatically.