Zachary Adams lifted his chin, his gaze cold as he stared at Jaxon, refusing to let the man get even the slightest upper hand over him.

Jaxon tilted his head slightly, his eyes landing on Rebecca. "For example, Ms. Harper."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Oh, don’t drag me into this." If Zachary needed to be worrying about anyone, it should be Danielle Rogers—not her.

To Zachary Adams, Rebecca was nothing.

At least, that was how she saw it.

Zachary glanced at ...