Jaxon

The sound dragged me out of sleep. Soft clinking, drawers sliding, a faint hum of movement downstairs. I blinked, disoriented, my phone screen glaring back at me: 4:49 a.m.

For a second, I thought it was nothing — maybe the house settling. Then I heard it again. Pots. Cupboards. Someone moving around in the kitchen.

My heart kicked.

Mom.

I turned my head, and there she was — Sienna. Curled up beside me, her sexy body warm against mine, tangled in the sheets. Her lips parted ...