Jebus, maybe Doom was husband number four.
“She’s spent almost a hundred thousand already?” Harmony asked.
“Yep. She bought llamas.”
“Llamas?”
“And alpacas.”
“Jebus,” Harmony hissed. “What the hell does she need llamas and alpacas for?”
“No clue,” I said.
“Well, I’m glad I don’t have to care anymore.”
Harmony had been Melody’s assistant for years. Right up until she met Jaxon, actually. Melody had gotten out of control and since I wasn’t on the road with them, Harmony took the brunt of all of that. Melody had gone through six assistants since Harmony quit, but so far, her most recent one, Brandy, seemed to be sticking. She’d been hired two years ago and was still here.
“Lucky you,” I deadpanned, and Harmony smiled.
“This guy seems to like you.”
“No he doesn’t,” I ground out.
“Okay.” Harmony shrugged. “He doesn’t. How did you meet?”
“He’s the one who rescued all my belongings from my car after the crash.”
“Oh, right,” she said. “I heard about that. Didn’t he also beat the shit out of the guy who hit you?”
“Did he?”
“Apparently so,” Harmony confirmed.
“How do you know that?”
“I have my ways,” she said.
“What ways?”
“Just ways.”
“NiNi.”
“Jaxon found out everything when he did a deep dive into the crash.”
“Why is Jaxon doing a deep dive into the crash?” I snapped.
“Because I asked him to.”
I took a deep breath and dropped my head so I didn’t squeal like a banshee. “Harmony, sweetness, why did you ask him to look into the crash?”
“Because he has contacts here that I don’t.”
“I swear to God, sissy, I’m about to lose my religion,” I ground out.
“Sorry.” Harmony sighed. “I know I’m being purposely obtuse, but I didn’t really want to talk about this here. Can we talk when we get home? I promise I’ll tell you everything.”
“Fine,” I said. I was too tired to think right now anyway, and I didn’t have the energy to fight with her.
