It wasn’t clothes.
It was a newborn baby.
Blue lips. Shaking body. Wrapped in a thin, useless blanket.
Jax had already called 911.
He took off his leather jacket and wrapped it around the baby.
He was freezing.
He didn’t care.
“If I don’t keep him warm,” he said quietly, “he could die.”
He sat there until the sirens came.
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