I scrubbed a hand over my face. “Jesus, Harmony, you’re killing me.”
“I’m okay. I’m just frustrated and feeling a little off-kilter. I’m not one who likes change, but it’s something I’m forced to endure a lot, so I’ve learned to deal with it. But I don’t think I want to do that anymore.”
“So, don’t.”
“Okay,” she said, and I heard a smile in her voice. “I’m going to sleep now.”
“Good. Call me if you need me.”
“I will. Thanks, Jaxon.”
“You’re welcome, Harmony.”
She hung up and I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling.
Harmony
Jaxon picked me up the next morning around eleven, and I tried to keep my tongue in my mouth as he slid his hands through his hair. It had started to pour and he’d been caught in it as he made a run from the car to the front door. He wore dark jeans, motorcycle boots, and a black, tight, ribbed Henley under his leather jacket that left nothing to the imagination as to the amount of the muscles underneath.
“Wow, it’s crazy right now,” I mused, closing the door behind him.
He grinned. “That’s pretty mild.”
Wendy had stepped into the bathroom and emerged with a towel, handing it to Jaxon.
“Thanks,” he said, running it over his head.
“No problem. I’ve got a fresh pot of coffee on if you want some,” Wendy said.
“I’m taking Harmony to lunch, so I’ll grab some there.”
“Sounds good. I’ve got some work to do, so I’ll see you kids later. You got your key, Harmony?”
I nodded. “Yes, thanks so much.”
Wendy walked away and I smiled up at Jaxon. “She gave me a key.”
