Jaxon’s POV
Getting Alina to the truck felt like trying to move a very stubborn cat that had clearly had too much to drink.
“I can walk,” she insisted, even though she tripped over nothing three times in just a few minutes.
“Clearly,” I replied, catching her elbow just before she almost fell into a parked bike. “You’re doing great at it.”
“Don’t talk down to me,” she muttered, but she let me help guide her to where I’d parked the SUV. The loud music from the warehouse was fading behind us, but I could still feel the weight of what had happened inside pressing down on my shoulders.
Sienna. That f*****g game. The look on Alina’s face when she’d walked away.
We were about halfway to the truck when she decided she was done cooperating. She planted her feet, yanked her arm out of my gri
