Scarlett POV
Tuesday morning hit like a freight train. Jaxen's mother's flight was landing soon, and I was already tied in knots at my desk.
Did she tell both of us to pick her up, or just me, expecting me to pass the message along like the dutiful daughter-in-law I used to be?
Showing up meant risking a run-in with Jaxen. Skipping it meant coming up with a damn good excuse.
I stared at my phone for a solid minute, then shot Denise a quick text asking for a couple of hours off. Family obligation. She approved it instantly.
Whatever. Even if Jaxen and I were done, his mom had always been good to me. I wasn't ready to burn that bridge while the divorce was still crawling through the courts.
I stopped at a florist on the way and grabbed the biggest bouquet of her favorite roses. At
