Jackson

I shrug at Taylor. “Need more of the hard stuff?”

Taylor shakes her head. A veil of sadness slides over her features. “I told him to get his ass in the shower before I could speak to him. I let him think it was to wash their scent from his skin.” Taylor’s blue eyes briefly connect with mine before looking away. “I really needed time to calm down and think.” She giggles to herself. “I made a list.”

“You and your lists.” Kennedy laughs. ...