Izzy walks over to me, the fakest-looking smile I’ve ever seen plastered on her face. She grabs my upper arm, shoving me out the side door of the building with her. “What are you doing here, Jaxon Reid?” “Supporting the childcare center,” I say casually, as if I’m both a big golfer and a regular donor. Izzy closes her eyes, clearly trying to keep her temper leashed. “Great. The childcare center always needs more support. So, I guess my question is, why are you golfing with me?” “Carter let me ha