Well, that won’t work. Absolutely not. If I can’t have her, nobody else on this team gets her. “Eh, Carter,” I call across the kitchen. Jennie’s icy stare widens. She takes a frantic step away from Jaxon, confirming my suspicion that she’s doing this to get under my skin. Carter ambles over. “What’s up?” “Nice to see Jennie and Jaxon getting along, eh?” Carter’s head whips around. “The fuck he is,” he grinds out, tossing his beer can in the sink and stalking toward the happy couple. Well, Jaxon’s happy; Jennie’s not. Jaxon’s about to be broken, not happy. I’m happy.
