My hands knot together in my lap, fingers twisting nervously as I try to shrink into myself, wishing I could disappear into the upholstery.
Jaxon exhales sharply through his nose, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel until his knuckles whiten. “She was in the library this afternoon,” he says finally. “She was headed into town. Thought I’d give her a ride.”
Ryker snorts, disbelief dripping from the sound. “And why were you in the library?” His words are laced with challenge, like he’s already piecing together a puzzle Jaxon hasn’t even admitted exists.
Jaxon sighs again, heavier this time, like the effort of explaining himself is physically exhausting. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road ahead. “Dad’s been on my ass about my grades,” he mutters through gritted teeth. “I’m f
