Hello Blogfam and welcome. I’d like to introduce Jaxson Fuller. He goes by Jax. Is that right?
Me: Very good. Jax is the male lead in the story and Maya’s potential love interest though I believe you don’t make an appearance in the story for quite a while, is that right, Jax?
Me: Well, welcome to my blog. Thanks for being here.
Jax: *nods and gives a small smile*
Me: So, Jax. Tell us about yourself.
Jax: I hate when people say that. Can’t you just give me a question?
Me: Okay. Tell me about your life before Maya.
Jax: I was a First Lieutenant in the Army. I served three tours in the Middle East and about five(ish) years ago, my unit was attacked. I sustained an injury and had to rethink my career. It wasn’t fun.
Me: What sort of injury?
Jax: *points to his left leg* I was shot several times in the left leg. Banged me up pretty good. I was honorably discharged shortly after that. I spent a year in rehabilitation and I can walk on it now, but I am gimpy.
Me: I’m sorry to hear that.
Jax: *shrugs* Comes with the territory. After I finished rehab, I ran into a buddy of mine who works for the Secret Service. He pulled some strings and I was able to get a job.
Me: The Secret Service, eh? Sounds exciting.
Jax: It’s not really. But you do have to be super vigilant.
Me: I can imagine. Who was assigned to you. Would I have known that person?
Jax: Possibly. I would rather not say who I watched over.
Me: Of course. They don’t call it “Secret” service for no reason. *laughs*
Jax: *smiles – though clearly not as amused*
Me: How long have you been in the Secret Service?
Jax: It’s been nearly … three years now.
Me: What is the most challenging part of your job?
Jax: Definitely the people. I’m either watching someone who is totally paranoid about being attacked or someone who doesn’t take it seriously and takes all kinds of risks. It can be exhausting.
Me: Can you tell us about one of your more challenging clients?
Jax: *sits for a bit, then nods brusquely* Sure. It was about six months ago, actually. I was assigned to watch a Senator’s daughter and she took it upon herself to sneak out of her house and go to a party that none of us knew about and certainly didn’t approve she could go to. I spent nearly an hour looking for her before I had to swallow some pride and call in reinforcements. It took us nearly two hours to find her and by the time we did, she was very drunk and very loud.
Me: I take that to mean, she wasn’t happy to see you.
Jax: You could say that. Her father was also not very happy to see me.
Me: Did he punish you?
Jax: No. *he flexes his jaw in irritation* He campaigned to have me fired.
Me: But it wasn’t your fault!
Jax: Doesn’t matter. She was my responsibility and I lost track of her. If something had happened to her, I would have been prosecuted and likely charged with negligence.
Me: Wow. Why do you stay in the job if there is that much pressure?
Jax: Because I’m very good at my job. I had allowed myself to become distracted in that case. That will not happen again.
Me: What distracted you?
Jax: I’d rather not say.
Me: It was a woman, wasn’t it? Was it Maya?
Jax: *face flushes a light red*
Me: Are you married?
Jax: I was.
Me: What happened?
Jax: *sighs* We were bad for each other. We were polar opposites, which was great in some ways, it was never boring. *soft smile of remembrance* But after a while, the novelty wore off and we just got tired of trying, I suppose.
Me: Any children?
Jax: One. But she died from SARS when she was four months old. That was the beginning of the end of our relationship.
Me: *blinks – clears throat* I’m sorry.
Me: So. Any love interest now?
Jax: *arches a brow* I think you know the answer to that one.
Me: *sly grin* Just seeing if you were still with me. How did you and Maya meet?
Jax: Her dad … talked me into being her bodyguard.
Me: You didn’t volunteer for the job?
Jax; Not exactly.
Me: Why would Maya need protection?
Jax: Unclear. Though her father is head of the Secret Service to the President and when you’re that close, you tend to make enemies.
Me: What is Maya like to guard?
Jax: She’s a pain in the ass.
Me: Really? I would have thought Dree would be the pain in the ass.
Jax: Dree is tough, but she’s street smart. Maya is clueless to what goes on in the world. Thank God her father had the foresight to make her take kickboxing.
Me: *chuckles* Forgive me. But after meeting Maya, … kickboxing? Really? It just doesn’t compute.
Jax: *shrugs* Yeah. She’s a bit of a princess and her form sucks, but she’s got determination, I’ll give her that. She will get better.
Me: What makes you so sure?
Jax: Because I’ll make sure she can defend herself. You never know what life will throw at you. You need to be prepared.
Me: Sounds like an army slogan. *chuckles*
Jax: Be all you can be.
Me: Now you’re making fun of me.
Me: Do your parents live here?
Jax: My dad is a Colonel in the Army. Mom is a typical Army wife, sponsors fundraisers and events to help boost the troops’ families. They are stationed in West Virginia right now.
Me: So fairly close. Do you ever get to see them?
Jax: Not as often as I would like.
Me: Any siblings?
Jax: I have a younger brother, Mark.
Me: And what does Mark do?
Jax: He’s special ops. I haven’t seen him in nearly … five years, I think.
Me: Your parents must be proud – both of you serving your country.
Jax: *frown* I guess.
Me: You don’t think so?
Jax: *rubs the scruff on his face absently* No comment.
Me: Well, that’s intriguing. So Jax ..
(*a loud pop sounds outside and causes Me to jump and squeal*)
Jax: Get down! *jumps out of his chair causing it crash to the floor and whips his Glock semi automatic pistol out of his waist band. He points is at the window.