' "You look..." "Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?" '
Amidst the shadows of the little town of Charming, this chaotic and dangerous scene steps in Giselle Telford, a woman dead set on escaping the shadows of her past to embrace an uncertain future...
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The two of them step out of the club, and before Happy takes off, she wants to show him her bike and get some advice. As they walk over together, they totally catch Jax's eye.
"I see you're ahead of the game," Happy says, checking out the bike, still with his hand on her lower back. "Um... I still need some parts, and I was wondering... if...you..." she looks at him with those sweet eyes, and Happy chuckles, nodding. "Make me a list, I'll see what I can do." Giselle claps her hands and runs to grab a notepad to jot down what she needs. "You're an angel."
"You forget who you're talking to," Happy jokes, and she smiles. "To me, you're a lifesaver," she says, handing him the piece of paper. Happy smiles back and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "See ya around," he says, heading back to his bike. "Don't die," she calls out, and he nods. "Stay safe," Giselle smiles and steps aside to let him go.
Meanwhile, Jax is boiling with jealousy, and of course, Opie notices. "How long have those two been hanging out?"
"They're not hanging out," the blonde snaps back, focusing on the bike again. "They met at the fair and saw each other a couple times at the club."
Opie raises an eyebrow at him. "You're an idiot, brother." Jax glares at him. "She pushed me away."
"And you fell right into Tara's bed?" Opie asks, smirking without looking at him. The blonde glares again. "Just focus on fixing the bike."
Jax turns, watching the girl work on the bike, and he can't help but admire her. A question nags at him: 'Did I do the right thing by not fighting for her?' Because the more time passes, the more Jax is drawn to her.
Not even hooking up with Tara distracts him anymore. Maybe it's time to get back to being himself and take what he wants, not taking no for an answer.
It's time for Giselle to be his.
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While Giselle keeps working on her bike, Gemma calls out to her. "Hey gorgeous, working today?" The girl wipes her forehead with the back of her hand, looking at her. "Not this morning, and I start a bit later today. Why?"
"Clean up, we're going to see Cameron," Gemma says, not giving Giselle a chance to refuse or confirm. "Okay, sure. It's not like I have anything better to do," she mutters, wiping her hands and heading to the club to freshen up quickly.
She gets dressed and then joins Gemma, hopping into the car. "We need to pick up a few things first," Gemma informs her. Giselle fastens her seatbelt with a small sigh. "Yes ma'am," she replies, with a hint of sarcasm. Gemma throws her a playful smile, and they drive off to the place where they've been hiding the Irish guy.
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