Scarlett POV
Halfway down the hall, it hit me:， I’d walked out of that room with nothing. Phone, keys, the little bag, all still sitting on the chair.
I turned. Jaxen stayed glued to my side.
Gary might still hang around.
That thought alone was enough.
I didn’t ask. I just reached for the front pocket of Jaxen’s pants, fingers sliding in like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Left side first. Empty. Warm denim, the solid line of his thigh under my knuckles.
I shifted and went for the right pocket without thinking twice.
The muscle under my hand tightened.
I felt it clearly: that sudden lock of tension running up his leg.
At the same time he shifted his weight a fraction toward me, just enough that the heat of him pressed closer.
When I glanced up, his expression wa
