Chapter Thirty-Three
Jaxon didn't return to the hotel. At nine-thirty, he sent a quick text to Izzie.
Jaxon: Hey. Something came up down at the stock pens. Catch you after the Rodeo?
Izzie: … sure. everything okay?
Jaxon: Nothing life-threatening.
Just his f*****g heart being ripped out of his body.
Jaxon: Nothing that a lot of paperwork can't fix.
Izzie: omg- you're not in trouble ru? This won't hurt your business, will it?
The pain in Jaxon's chest hurt so much, he couldn't swallow. Izzie's texts were a mixture of teenager and grammar nazi. He'd never see a comma the same way.
Jaxon: nope. All good. See you after the show?
He was a f*****g coward. But at least he'd have the day to figure out what in the hell he was going to do. Jaxon pinched the bridge of his nose as he forced
