all over town that Paige was alive.
He’d have to deal with that, too.
The other members of his family would have to be told. And Matthew, of course. His son was too young to remember Paige, but Jax doubted he could keep Paige from Matthew. Well, not forever, anyway. But for now, he pushed that problem aside and went with the most obvious one.
Jax shifted his attention to Cord. “You couldn’t talk Paige out of going through with this plan to meet with your birth father?”
Cord’s jaw muscles flickered and tensed. No doubt because of the birth father reference. Yeah, it was a petty dig, but Jax was pissed off that a trained DEA agent—supposedly a top-notch one, too—had allowed a victim to arrange a showdown with a serial killer.
“Have you ever been able to talk Paige out of anything?” Cord countered.
That was a petty dig, as well. But it was the truth. To say that Paige was hardheaded was like saying the sky had a little bit of blue in it.
“Don’t blame Cord for this,” Paige spoke up. “If he hadn’t come with me, I would have done it alone.”
Jax was certain that tightened some of his own jaw muscles. “Of course you would have, and look where it got you.” His gaze went back to Cord. “Have you tried to find a personal link between Paige’s biological mother, Mary, and the Moonlight Strangler?” Especially since Mary was one of the Moonlight Strangler’s first known victims.
“Of course,” Cord snapped, clearly insulted that Jax had asked the obvious. “I haven’t found one yet. And yes, I did alert the FBI when Paige’s DNA test came back as a match to Mary’s.”
“Any reason you didn’t tell me?” Jax pressed.
“Because I asked him not to,” Paige volunteered before Cord could say anything. “I thought if too many people were trying to make the connection between Mary and me that the Moonlight Strangler would suspect I was alive.”
Jax was already riled six ways to Sunday, and that didn’t help. “I’m not ‘too many people.’” He nearly added he was her husband.
But he wasn’t. Not anymore.
However, he was still a lawman and the father of her son. That alone should have earned him a place in the inner circle of information.
“The FBI decided to keep it secret, too,” Cord went on. “Until they can look for a possible link. The lead investigator said there were already too many hands in this particular case.”
No surprise there. The FBI had been keeping lots of things about this close to the vest. Not that it’d helped. The Moonlight Strangler always seemed to be in the know.
Especially when it came to Paige.
Jax was on the verge of questioning her about that, but his phone buzzed before he could say anything. Not Jericho this time, but it was another family member. Or rather a soon-to-be family member. Levi’s fiancée.
“It’s Alexa,” Jax relayed to Paige.
That didn’t help Paige’s already pale color, and Jax didn’t have to guess why. Alexa Dearborn and Paige had been best friends, and Paige had even worked for Alexa’s security company when Alexa had been investigating the Moonlight Strangler. It was Paige’s involvement that led to her nearly being killed.
Jax answered the call but didn’t put it on speaker. “Is it true?” Alexa asked right off. “Is Paige really alive?”
Even though Paige couldn’t have heard her old friend’s voice, she no doubt guessed what Alexa had asked. “Tell her I’ll call her first chance I get,” Paige said.
“She’s alive,” Jax told the woman. “And she’ll call you later.”
Silence. For several long moments. Followed by a hoarse sob from Alexa. No doubt a sob of relief. Later, she’d have questions, but for now Alexa was likely glad that the past months had been just a nightmare and that her friend was alive.
Jax ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket. “Alexa’s engaged to Levi now.”
More surprise went through her eyes. Then approval. Alexa and Levi had always had a thing for each other, but until recently Levi—and Jax—hadn’t been able to get past Alexa’s connection to what’d happened to Paige.
Or rather what they had thought had happened to her.
“Alexa’s been beating herself up about your ‘death.’” Jax hadn’t said that to make Paige feel any guiltier about what she’d done.
All right, maybe he had.
Hell. This sliced into him like a knife, and Jax wasn’t sure where to aim these old and new feelings. Old because he remembered the obsession that’d torn them apart. An obsession in part because of Alexa’s investigation into the Moonlight Strangler.
The old attraction was still there between Paige and him, too. Jax had gotten a reminder of that when she’d stripped down on the road. Thankfully, she was dressed now in the jeans and shirt she’d been wearing when she had first arrived at the ranch.
And she was also sporting that pained look on her face.
That’s where the new feelings played into this. He’d never seen Paige afraid and in pain. But she was now.
Their gazes held, and things passed between them. Unspoken things that only former lovers could share.
“I need to see Matthew,” Paige said.
Well, that took care of any reminders of the old attraction. “It’s not safe.”
“Make it safe.” Her voice broke. Tears sprang to her eyes. “Please.”
Until she’d added that please and he’d seen the tears, Jax had been ready to flat-out refuse. He still might. But the trouble was, Paige had a legal right to see their son. Well, unless he could force Paige into protective custody with the marshals. Or he could whisk Matthew away to a safe house out of her reach. Either or both of those things might happen, but Jax was a long way from making that decision.
Since Jax couldn’t figure out what to do right now, he turned back to Cord.
But Cord didn’t appear to be in a conversing kind of mood. Even though he was still getting stitched up, he stood when his phone rang. He only glanced at the screen but didn’t answer the call.
“I have to go,” Cord insisted. He looked at Paige and added, “I’ll be in touch. And remember, don’t do anything stupid.”
The nurses and Paige looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “We’re not finished,” one of the nurses pointed out, but she was talking to the air because Cord started for the door. He would have just walked out if Jax hadn’t stepped in front of him.
“You might want to take this drive for justice down a notch,” Jax advised him.
Cord met his gaze head-on with eyes that Jax recognized because they were a genetic copy of Addie. It was strange to see Addie’s
