“Julia Sinclair. What aren’t you telling me?” I guess she’s going to hear about it sooner or later. Nothing stays quiet in this town. “I had a minor altercation with Wyatt is all.” “Wyatt did this to you?” she asks in outrage. “I knew that boy was trouble, he has always rubbed me the wrong way, same with his father.” She swings her angry eyes over at Jaxson. “Did you kick his ass?” “Grams!” I scold her again; knowing Jaxson doesn’t need any further encouragement. “Damn straight, and I’m not done with him either.” “Good boy,” she praises, patting his shoulder.
