(Kendall)
The car door slammed shut behind us. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Jaxon and I had just left the gala and now we were heading home.
"Did you see his face?" Jaxon asked, starting the engine.
I turned to look at him. "Which part? When you told him to stay away or when I basically told him he was trash?"
"Both." He grinned.
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "He deserved that."
"You were amazing back there," Jaxon said. "I mean it. The way you handled him?"
"I've had practice." I stared out the window. "In my head, anyway. I imagined what I'd say if I ever saw him again after the scrimmage."
"And? Did it feel as good as you thought?"
"Better." I looked at him. "Thank you. For stepping in."
"You didn't need me to step in," he said. "You had it handled. But
