Jaxen POV
My mind was a goddamn mess tonight.
Grandfather, Regina, and Scarlett—they wouldn’t shut up about “divorce” and “finding a new man.” Every time those words looped through my head, the tight knot in my chest got worse. By the time the car rolled to a stop in front of the estate house I hadn’t set foot in for nearly two months, and I was in a foul mood.
Scarlett stared at the house as if it offended her. She gripped the back of the seat like a stubborn cat refusing to be put down. I didn’t have the patience for it. I reached in, hauled her over my shoulder, and started carrying her inside.
She lost her s**t immediately. Small fists pounded my back while her long curls swung down, tickling my neck. “Jaxen, you psychotic asshole! Put me down right now!”
The poor housekeeper step
