"I'm not going to lie. I'm glad. And not only because I don't like him." Dex shrugged. He pressed his fingers into a particularly hard knot at the balls of her feet, and rubbed the tension out of it. He knew he was good, he'd made a living off his massage skills, but it still never hurt to have someone react the way Jax was reacting. It was enough to dull the edges of the unpleasant subject matter, at least.