Then, right before leaving, I sent Jaxen a message.
Telling him where I was going. And telling him not to cause any trouble.
Two seconds later, I stared at my phone.
Why had I done that?
I didn’t owe him my schedule.
I almost deleted the message.
Then I stopped.
Because knowing Jaxen…
If I hadn’t told him, he would probably appear somewhere unexpectedly and make everything worse.
His reply came immediately: Don’t stay out too late, Honey.
I scoffed. “Home, my ass.”
When I met Delaney, she was glowing.
She had just closed a major deal, and the commission was enough to make her smile for days.
I congratulated her until she laughed.
Then she pushed a bag toward me. “For your ex.”
“A thank-you gift for what happened with Winston’s family.”
“Got it.”
She looked at me carefully.
