Chapter 123

• We arrived at the place where we would meet with Jaxon’s father on the evening of that day. The restaurant he picked was way fancier than necessary. Polished glass windows that gleamed under the indoor lighting, white linen napkins, cutlery that clinked in a way that made me feel underdressed…
• “Is this the place your dad picked to talk?” I whispered to Jaxon. The guy was tagging along for the conversation.
• “It’s the one. But I’m surprised he chose it.”