Page 141 of Tit for Tat


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Mum smiles.“I’ll make you two lunches so you can take one over for her.The girl is incredible at her job.”

I nod, my chest swelling with pride hearing that.Summer is pretty amazing.

I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes as they leave the room.I haven’t been up long but I already want to get back into bed and sleep.

For maybe a week.

Jaxon presses a hand on my shoulder.I drop my hands to my sides, forcing a smile.“I know.I know.I need to get started on work.”

He clears his throat.“I’m sorry.”

My eyebrows draw together.“What for?”

“For making you feel like everything you do is fucking up.For making you feel like I enjoy yelling at you.You were angry before because you thought I was using how you were feeling to have a go at you.You assumed I jumped to conclusions and immediately thought you had done something wrong.”He lowers his hand, shaking his head.“I’ve only ever wanted the best for you.I know what you are capable of and the potential you can reach.I just went the wrong way of showing you that.I’m sorry.And if I’ve not told you already, I am proud of you.I’ve always been proud of you.Of all of you.How you reacted after the accident, I will forever be in awe of that.I saw a change in you.I’ve seen it for a while now.”

I shift uncomfortably and rub the back of my neck.“Does this mean I get a Best Brother T-shirt?”

Wyatt snorts.“Yeah, let’s not get carried away.”

Jaxon meets my gaze, the softness washing away in a blink.“If you ever blame yourself like that again, or even think one of us would think something like that was your fault, I will beat you until you think otherwise.”

“Okay,” I quietly reply.

“Good.Now that’s settled, let’s get some work done,” he announces.

I grin.“Hey, does the good behaviour grant me an extra thirty minutes lunch?”

“No,” Wyatt barks out, heading toward the storage shelves.

Jaxon chuckles.“Yes, but only because we will be finishing early today.”

“Sweet.”

I pretend to be busy as he leaves.Once I’m sure he’s gone, I sag against the worktop, bending over it.

He doesn’t blame me.

Jaxon is proud of me.

I have a fucking girlfriend.

Surely this can’t be real.