Chapter Twenty-Five
Jaxon blinked, stomach turning to lead. "Come again?" She couldn't have possibly said what he'd heard her say. His ears were playing tricks on him.
Isabella gave him an exasperated smile. "I'm leaving. As soon as I have an offer." Her face turned guilty. "I meant to tell you sooner, but… well, until last night, it didn't seem relevant."
Subtext: Until we started f*****g. Jaxon winced. He'd friend-zoned her so hard, she hadn't confided in him. And that… stung. Yes, he understood why. Yes, he understood all the logical consequences of him telling her on the night of Lexi Grace's wedding that there was no future for them - and there wasn't - but he still hated it. Once upon a time, they'd been each other's go-to. Of course, that had all changed the night he'd had a shot
