" You are sure about this?" I asked, my fingers toying nervously with the edge of my fleece. Jaxon glanced at me, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting casually on the console between us.
" Sure about what?" he asked, though his boo told me he knew exactly what I meant.
" This. All of this," I said, signaling my hand out the window as his car hummed down the long, winding driveway toward his family's estate." Meeting your entire family at formerly? What if they detest me?"
He chortled, a low sound that managed to be both comforting and prickly." Isabel, they do not detest you.
" Yet," I said, crossing my arms." They have had, what, an hour's notice? They'll presumably suppose I am some arbitrary girl you dragged off the road."
Jaxon rolled his eyes." You are not just so
