Aiden’s POV

Haven was sprawled across the couch, a face mask plastered to her skin, cucumber slices sliding down her cheeks. The soft blue glow from her tablet illuminated a dozen open shopping tabs.

My phone kept ringing.

“Aiden, hang that up,” she said lazily, not even looking at me. “It’s probably my boss again. I told him I’m taking time off.”

I frowned. “Did your leave even get approved?”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. He’ll manage.”

When the phone kept buzzing, ...