Scarlett POV
Twenty-five thousand dollars was a ridiculous amount of money for a Valentine’s gift.
I had no intention of pretending otherwise.
But I’d already accepted far more money from him in the past.
Nobody hated money enough to refuse it on principle.
If Jaxen ever demanded it back, I’d return the principal.
Until then, I could put it somewhere sensible and let it earn something.
I accepted the transfer.
Jaxen checked his phone.
The moment he saw that I’d accepted the money, the corners of his mouth lifted.
I didn’t understand what made him so happy.
Maybe he thought accepting the money meant I’d accepted him.
But I would not correct him tonight.
After dinner, he’d had enough to make driving a bad idea.
So I drove us home.
The entire way, I kept my eyes on
