Slowly—too slowly, I turn to face him. Ryker and Lucas are already sliding out of the booth, moving toward the door with lazy strides and matching smirks that make my stomach churn. Jaxon stays seated, one hand resting lightly on the table as he watches me with an expression I can’t quite read.
“Come here,” he says simply, tilting his head in an almost playful gesture.
My feet feel rooted to the floor for half a second longer than they should before I force myself to move forward, one step at a time, each one heavier than the last. My spine stiffens instinctively as I cross the room, every muscle in my body coiled tight like a spring about to snap.
“What do you want?” I ask when I finally reach him.
He doesn’t answer right away. “What time do you finish?”
I blink, caught off guard. “M
