Chapter 98: Screw you Idris.

Isla held the door open as Alex helped her wheel Jaxon into the house. He sat quietly in the chair, his expression unreadable.

“Thanks so much, Alex. I’ve got it from here,” Isla said, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she took hold of the wheelchair.

Alex gave a small nod and stepped back, letting her take over.

“You should head home now, Alex. We’ll talk later,” Jaxon said, turning his head to look at him.

Alex offered a faint smile. “Take care of yourself, boss,” he replied, dipping his head slightly before turning to go.

“Alex?” Jaxon called after him. Alex paused and looked back.

“Thank you,” Jaxon added.

Alex smiled. “Anytime,” he said with a nod, then stepped out the door.

“Jaxon!” a familiar voice called from the living room.

He glanced up, surprised. “Maggie?” he frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here?” she echoed incredulously. “You got shot, and I had to hear about it after the fact—and you're asking me that?”