Daxton’s POV
My chest tightens as the host speaks, talking about these young children living under bridges where anything could happen to them, asking those of us fortunate enough to live comfortable lives, to help.
As the man steps back for a second, Lilian leans toward me, her face darkening as she demands I win my own jersey. I’m left stunned when she promises me anything I want if I outbid everyone else here. When she adds that the business men at a table behind me weren’t even listening to the speech, I nod quickly. Yeah, I’m going to win that damn jersey and give it to someone who will appreciate it.
I turn my chair to face the podium, my fingers tight around the handle of the paddle as a beautiful woman moves into the middle of the dance floor holding the first item that is up fo
