Harmony
Monday morning, Jaxon drove me back to the hotel and walked me up to Melody’s room. She was still in bed, so I roused her and then joined Jaxon in the living room.
“Brock’s with you today,” Jaxon said.
“I know.” I smiled. “You told me.”
He frowned. “Still not happy about it.”
“Hmm-mm,” I mused distractedly as I scrolled through today’s schedule on my iPad. “You told me that, too.”
“Rufus?”
“Hmm?” I said and added a note to ask Butchy for a rundown of logistics.
“Harmony?”
I glanced up at Jaxon and sighed. “Yes, Jax. I hear everything you’re saying. I understand that you don’t like that you’re not the one watching us. But can you control that?”
“Not really,” he conceded.
“Do you trust your friend?”
“Yes.”
I smiled, setting my stuff aside and standing. “Then trust that he’s got us. We also have Butchy and he’s as protective as you are.”
He frowned. “Still don’t like it.”
I chuckled. “I know.”
“If you feel weird, on any level, you tell Brock, and then text me.”
“No.”
“What the fuck?” he snapped.
“I will tell Brock, but I’m not going to text you as well,” I said, patting his chest. “You haveworkto do and I’m not going to interrupt you while you’re working.”
“And I’m telling you you can.”
