Chapter 3

"Merci," I murmur to him, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jaxton's head snaps toward me, his dark eyes sharpening. "Oh, you're French, yeah?"

I turn to face him fully and straighten my back, lifting my chin just a little. "Yup." The word comes out breathier than I intend. "I'm Serena."

His gaze drops to my lips; it lingers there for a heartbeat too long before flicking back up to my eyes.

Then, slowly, he extends a hand. His fingers are long, calloused, guitarist's hands, ...