“Wait, they arrested Jaxon? Why would they arresthim?”
He listened for a few minutes, and my lawyer brain clicked into place.
“Did they at least arrest the asshole who broke into your house?”
He let out a breath.
“Well, thank God for that.”
I couldn’t hear her words, but the anxious tone of her voice was easy to pick up on.
“No, Sadie. Do not go into work. Fuck that place.”
He waited, listening carefully.
“I know, Sadie. But I’m here with Kess. He’s a corporate lawyer, but I’m sure he knows some criminal defense attorneys.” He looked to me for verification. I nodded. “So, we’re going to get Jaxon out, and then we’re coming by to pick you up, and I won’t hear another word about it.”
They went back and forth a few more times, but Rowdy was insistent and Sadie seemed to finally acquiesce. When Rowdy ended the call, he turned to me, his eyes wide.
“JD, that asshole from the front office? He kicked in the door to their trailer and was aiming to attack Sadie in her bed.”
“Jesus. Is she okay?”
Rowdy nodded, swallowing thickly. “She’s okay, but only because Jaxon intercepted him and threw him—literally—out of the trailer. JD landed funny and nearly died, which is why the officer arrested Jaxon, too. Sadie thinks they took him to Travis County.”
“Jaxon’s thirteen. No way he should be anywhere near TCCC.”
“I know! But the officer didn’t believe her, and Jaxon didn’t have an official state ID or anything. The officer didn’t believe the middle school ID that he showed him because Sadie was too upset to remember where she’d stashed his birth certificate from the last time.”
“We’ll hire my friend for the trial, but I’m a lawyer. I can get him out of jail.”
“You can?” Rowdy asked, miserably hopeful.
“Yes, I can. I may not know what the hell I’m doing and will probably piss somebody off, but I’m not waiting for someone to be available. We need to get him out of there right now.”
Rowdy agreed, and we got dressed in record time. We headed out to my truck, and I tossed him my keys.
“You drive,” I said, hopping into the passenger side. “I need to make a few calls.”
Rowdy fired up the engine and carefully backed out of the garage. We made our way down the drive and spotted Woody on Shadow. We stopped to let him know what happened. He looked about as pissed as we felt.
“We can put them up at your place or ours,” he offered, “but I already talked to Kit about Sadie and Jaxon. He was thinking he’d let them stay in one of his cabins so they could see what the place was all about. What do you think they’d prefer?”
Rowdy bit at his lower lip. “Honestly, I think she might need someplace where she can just decompress from all of this, you know? Unless you think it’ll turn Kit off from hiring her.”
Woody shook his head. “He already knows their situation, so I don’t think he’d judge.”
“Then let’s have them stay out there.”
Woody gripped the side panel, then looked between the two of us. “It’s nice to see you two together.”
Rowdy flushed, rubbing his thumb along the door handle. “I love him, he loves me,” he lightly singsonged. He then looked over at me, his eyes worried. “Right?”
“Right,” I said, kissing his temple to reassure him.
“Can you please go get the thirteen-year-old out of jail now?” Woody asked, knocking the side of the truck.
Rowdy shifted into Drive. “Yes, cousin. We’re going now.”
