Jax's chest felt tight as he walked into his bedroom. His whole body buzzed like a live wire that had just brushed water.
God, what was she doing to him?
He rubbed his face, paced once, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Without thinking twice he dialed Alex's line.
The phone rang once. Twice.
Then Alex's groggy voice came through the line. "Jax? Everything alright? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?" Alex asked, his voice immediately alert.
Jax swore under his breath when he realized he had not considered the time difference. "Shit. Time zones. You're probably still asleep. Hey. Sorry. I wasn't thinking. You can call me when you're up."
Alex let out a low chuckle. "I am up now thanks to you. Since you clearly forgot about the time difference and called anyway, I'm guessing it's important. So talk to me."
Jax sat on the edge of his bed, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead. "It's your daughter," he muttered.
