Free Your Heart to Keep: Holly and Jax by Amanda Mackey Page B

You have to go meet this chick.”
    Jesus, I hated him when he did this. Went all high and mighty on me. He didn’t know shit about what I was going through. It was easy for him to sit there and say the right thing. He didn’t even have a girlfriend.
    “Nope. End of discussion. Don’t bring it up again. Now let’s get out of here and go do something crazy.”
    Micah nodded and then seemed to think for a second before plastering a huge devious grin on his face which meant only one thing. Trouble. “I’ve got just the thing.”

Chapter Eleven
    Holly
     
    I couldn’t get thoughts of Jax out of my head. It was crazy. Uncalled for. Without reason.
    Even though I was twenty years old, I’d never even had a boyfriend. Never been kissed by a boy. It’s not that I hadn’t wanted attention from guys; it’s just that none of them wanted a blind, ill girlfriend.
    Hearing his name turned him into a person for me and not just Chloe’s boyfriend. I’d said it to myself over a hundred times trying to figure out why it sounded so right.
    Slivers of warmth wove around my new heart as the moniker slipped from my lips again, “Jax.”
    I’d never quite had a sensation like it. It ran deep inside my core, tickling my senses and creating a swirl of nervous anticipation to pulsate in my belly.
    What was it? Had I met this Jax before but not realized it? Why was my body responding in such a way as to leave me breathless and with a buzz down in my nether region?
    I had to find out. Getting up from the bed, I sat at my desk and started talking into my computer. The letter was similar to the one I made for The McQuades with some obvious changes. When I was happy with it, I printed it and decided I needed some help from my brother.
    Opening my bedroom door I called out. “Ty?” Hopefully he would hear me above the volume on the television.
    “Yeah, Hols?”
    “Can you come here for a minute?”
    He rumbled down the hallway, singing a Kings of Leon song.
    “What’s up, sis?”
    “I need your help.”
    “Sure. What with?”
    “I need you to find me an address.”
    “Email or postal?”
    “I’m not sure yet. Both, maybe.”
    “Do you know the dude’s name?” asked Ty, his shadow moving across my room to sit at my desk while I perched on the bed.
    “Jax. He’s the guy that was in the accident with Chloe. My donor’s boyfriend.” With that announcement came a dashing ache to my chest. Like a shot of adrenalin injected directly into my veins. It was only fleeting but most definitely real. Enough so that it caused a sharp intake of breath.
    Ty asked, concern in his voice, “You okay, Hols?”
    Not wanting to admit to my peculiar episode I breathed out. “Yeah. Just got a cramp in my big toe, that’s all. It’ll settle in a minute. Where were we?” He seemed to buy my lie. At least I thought he did because I couldn’t see the expression in his eyes. He let it go, anyway.
    “So, Jax? That’s it? No last name for this guy?”
    “No.”
    “How do we even know it’s his full first name? It sounds like its short for something.”
    I was thinking hard trying to figure something out. “I don’t know Ty! I was hoping you could help.
    “Well you haven’t given me much to go on, squirt. Come on. Let’s go into my room and I’ll see what we can find on Google. Maybe the guy was mentioned by the media at some stage after Chloe’s death. He was in the accident, after all. You’d think he’d get a shout out somewhere amongst it all.” I knew Ty didn’t like using my braille computer which I could understand, so counting my steps I followed him into his room where he still kept an old computer that he used when he came home for visits. It would suffice for what we needed.
    “Why are you so desperate to do this?”
    “I can’t explain it. I just am.”
    “Okay, whatever you say. Let me just bring up Google. And…done. I’ll start by typing in Chloe McQuade’s death and see what comes up.”
    His fingers ran over