The morning began with rain and an ominous darkness. Nevertheless, Lola and Jax lay in bed with the drapes wide open, looking at the trickling rain and the cloudy skies. Lola rested her head on his chest, and he was running his fingers through her hair.

“I like this color,” he said and pulled a lock between his fingers.

Lola smiled. “I like you,” she said and listened as his heart began to beat faster.

The house was waking up, and the door downstairs opened and shut ...