*Maddox*

I need to get up and get back to work, but I can’t. Lying here with Isla cradled against my chest, the smell of our lovemaking still heavy in the air, is soothing, and the rest of the world is cold and angry.

Going back out there seems senseless. Why would I do that when I can simply stay here with her?

“What is it, Maddox?” she asks, her voice heavy with sleep. “I know something is troubling you. More so than usual.”

I can’t help the chuckle that ...