On the phone, yelling at him, I could do. Seeing him and knowing what he’d done for me, for us, I didn’t know if my knees would give out or I would end up crying on the floor on my first day. He walked to me, and I tried to ready myself for a conversation. When I opened my mouth, he shook his head and shoved the cup in my hand. "It's a chai latte." "I don't drink—" "Humor me, okay?" My eyes started to water at those words. "Jax." He shook his head again. "Not today, Whitfield. Enjoy your first day. White looks phenomenal on you."
