Jaxon

I sit across from Scarlett at some overpriced restaurant, staring at her, but not really seeing her. She’s talking—about what, I have no fucking clue. Something about a new deal she’s landed, maybe? I don’t care. I take a sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from the bullshit around me.

This dinner was a mistake. I knew it the second I agreed to meet her, but I’m here anyway, hoping for... what? Closure? Distraction? Fuck if I know.

Scarlett leans forward, her hand ...