(Kendall)
I woke up the next morning with Dad's words still in my head. *Don't let anyone use you.* The irony of it was comical.
I texted Jaxon around nine.
*Can you come over? We need to talk about some things.*
*Everything okay?*
*Yeah. I just want to discuss our situation.*
*Be there in an hour.*
I made coffee and tried to organize my thoughts. Chase confronting Jaxon had been a wake-up call. If Chase suspected something, other people might too. And now with Dad wanting to meet Jaxon and Marcus's warnings about mixing business with personal matters, we needed to be more convincing.
Jaxon knocked right at ten.
"Morning," he said, following me to the living room. "You look worried."
"I am worried." I handed him a cup of coffee. "We have a problem."
"What kind of problem?"
"Mu
