Isabel
"Let's get this over with," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. The café was noisy enough that most conversations couldn't be overheard, but my voice seemed really loud to me as it cut through the hum of activity. I sat rigidly, my fingers digging into the edge of the table as though it was all that kept me fastened down.
Jaxon sat across from me, his body leaning back in his chair, trying to appear casual, but his jaw was set too tight. His brown eyes, once home to nothing but warmth, now blazed with something a little closer to frustration.
"You're the one who agreed to meet," he said, sharper than I expected. "If you didn't want to talk, you could've said no."
"I didn't come here for pleasantries," I returned. "You said you had something to say, so say it."
He exhaled sl
