Off the Ice
Liam asked, his voice soft, almost hesitant.
"It’s what you need," Jaxson said, finally looking up. His gaze was steady, devoid of the volatile heat that usually fueled him, replaced by a calm, grounded certainty. "No mirrors, no cameras, no people. Just the wood, the stove, and the altitude. We’ll be at ten thousand feet. The air is too thin for anyone to come looking, even if they knew where to point the map."