Chapter 93: A dinner party.

“Mister Alexander?” Paxton glanced at him, then at Huck, and then looked around as if seeking help. “Keyon Alexander?”

Keyon’s mind raced. Paxton? Huck? This situation was getting increasingly weird and exasperating, but as irked as he was, Keyon had no one to blame but himself. Staying in the cottage would have been a better life choice.

Huck’s eyebrows rose at Paxton like he was surprised that Paxton knew his name. Keyon wanted to groan.

“Hello, Paxton.” Keyon did everything in his control to keep his face from showing anything he was thinking. Glaring slightly, Paxton stepped closer to Huck like the man might grab the singer and run. An awkward silence came over the three of them. While he tried to produce something to say, Keyon smoothed his hair.