Becca just laughed. Clyde was probably strong enough to leave bruises, but never on purpose. Not with the way he reacted to seeing the black eye that Sam had given her.
She cocked her head, watching the expression on Jax' face as they drank to their troubles. "I know your wheels are spinning," she said, "How many more drinks do we have to get into you before you say what's really on your mind?"