Jordan POV
“Jordan why are you hobbling like a little old lady?” Jaxon asked again, prodding me with a finger as I sat in the passenger seat, staring bemusedly out the front window, the pain in my ribs throbbing with pain as I struggled not to wince.
“I um fell,” I said blankly “off a ladder.”
He winced in sympathy. “How bad is it?” he demanded.
I didn’t answer. He pulled the car over to the side and parked, pinning me with a glare. I flinched. Geez, he was being way overprotective. It felt like an older brother taking care of his little sister. It was nice, but overwhelming at the same time. He folded his arms across his chest and stared hard at me. I blinked, avoiding his gaze sheepishly.
“Well,” he said angrily “how bad is it? You could barely walk” he snapped “Why didn’t you ju
