Alex's POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about the moment Jaxon raised his hand. It had felt like someone had read my mind because one second, I was seconds away from being spotted by my father, and the next, Jaxon’s hand was in the air, drawing all the attention to himself.
At first, I was just thankful. In fact, I was beyond thankful because that distraction? It saved me. My father had been walking straight toward the back, eyes narrowing, and I just knew he was getting close enough to see past my disguise, but Jaxon, he gave me an out.
He didn’t even look my way. He just raised his hand, spoke up, and pulled everyone’s attention in a completely different direction. My father included, but as the moment went on, and I sat there listening, I felt worse and worse.
Because I knew what was
