"You're gonna actually stand there and tell me that Lauren had nothing to do with what happened between us?" I couldn't keep the bitterness from seeping into my voice, knowing it would only make this conversation more difficult. But I was too far gone, anger and hurt swirling inside of me like a storm just dying to pour over.
Jaxon shifted in his feet, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket, a few strands of his messy hair falling over his forehead-like it always did when he was trying to look nonchalant. But his eyes? They were anything but relaxed. They were tight, strained, full of something that almost looked like guilt. It was enough to make my stomach twist, but I wasn't ready to let him off the hook yet.
"I'm telling you the truth, Isabel," he said, his voice steady but
