Emma's mind reeled as she stepped aside, allowing Jaxon to enter. Rachel's curious gaze met hers, and Emma introduced them. As Jaxon entered the living room, his eyes scanned the space, taking in the scattered notes and Rachel's anxious expression.
"I think I know why you're getting these messages," Jaxon said, his voice firm. "And I think you're in more danger than you realize."
As Jaxon sat down beside Emma on the couch, his eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a spark of electricity. Rachel watched the exchange, her expression curious.
"What's going on, Jaxon?" Emma asked, trying to focus on the situation at hand.
Jaxon's gaze drifted to Rachel before returning to Emma. "I've been watching you from afar, Emma. I've been keeping an eye on things. And I think I know who's behind these messages."
Emma's mind reeled as she tried to process Jaxon's words. "Why would you be watching me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jaxon's expression softened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind Emma's ear. The touch sent shivers down her spine. "I've always watched over you, Emma. Even when you didn't know it."
Jaxon's words hung in the air, and Emma's eyes searched his face for answers. "What do you mean, you've always watched over me?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of wariness.
Jaxon's gaze drifted away, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "After your dad...after everything that happened, I made it my business to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe."
Rachel's eyes widened, and she looked at Emma with a mixture of surprise and concern. "You two have a history?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Emma nodded, feeling a flutter in her chest. "We grew up together," she said, her eyes locked on Jaxon's. "But I haven't seen him in years."
As the tension between Emma and Jaxon grew thicker, Rachel shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She seemed to sense that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.
As Rachel watched the exchange between Emma and Jaxon, she felt a pang of unease. She had always had a secret crush on Jaxon, ever since their accidental meeting a few years ago. But she had never seen him again, and the memory of their brief encounter had become a cherished fantasy.
Now, seeing Jaxon's intense gaze on Emma, Rachel felt a twinge of jealousy. She pushed the feeling aside, focusing on her friend's well-being. "So, Jaxon, what do you think we should do about these messages?" Rachel asked, trying to steer the conversation back on track.
Jaxon's eyes never left Emma's face, but he responded to Rachel's question. "I think we should investigate further. See if we can uncover who's behind this."
As the conversation continued, Rachel couldn't help but steal glances at Jaxon. She felt a flutter in her chest, and her mind wandered back to their accidental meeting. She wondered if he remembered her, if he felt the same spark that she had felt.
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Rachel found herself stealing glances at Jaxon, her heart skipping a beat whenever their eyes met. She couldn't believe the man she'd had a secret crush on for so long was now sitting in Emma's living room, his intense gaze fixed on her friend.
Rachel felt a pang of jealousy, wondering if Emma realized how lucky she was to have Jaxon's attention. As they discussed their plan to investigate, Rachel's thoughts drifted to their accidental meeting. She'd been so caught up in her own world, she'd barely registered him. But the memory of his piercing eyes and chiseled features had stayed with her.
Now, with Jaxon inches away, Rachel's pulse quickened. She forced herself to focus, not wanting to reveal her long-held secret. But as Jaxon's eyes met hers, Rachel's cheeks flushed. Had he guessed?
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