The dining table was small compared to the one in the mansion, but it felt warmer somehow, tucked against the wide windows letting in early afternoon sunlight. Myla had noticed that Jared had gone out of his way to prepare her and Hay’s favourite breakfast meals. The man pretended to be all business and strict, but his softness came out in the way he paid attention to all of them care and comforts.

“Finally. I better come start,” he said when Hayden wheeled into the room with Beck behind ...