“You don’t have a soft spot, Jaxon, do you?” “Nah, fuck that.” “Sounds like you’re a softie for love underneath that tough exterior.” My grin grows as he shakes his head. “Sounds like you might know how to actually court a woman, not just sleep with her.” “All right.” He yanks my beer out of my hands and strides toward the house. “You’ve had enough. I’m making you a coffee.”
