After eating, Isla felt noticeably better, even though she had barely touched her food. Jaxon couldn’t take his eyes off her, watching her every move and reaction.

“You don’t have to go back to work if you’re not ready,” Jaxon said, lifting his glass of wine and taking a sip.

Isla looked up, startled. “No. No,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to go home. I’m fine, Mr. Jaxon. Really, I am.” She forced a wide smile, though it didn’t quite ...