Isla rested her head on Jaxon's shoulder as Ray drove them home. She looked completely drained, barely able to sit up on her own.

"This 'cause I wasn’t around till afternoon?" Jaxon teased, gently caressing her face.

Isla scoffed. "You wish. I’m just a little tired," she sighed, placing her hand on his thigh.

"Want me to whip up a homemade meal for you?" he offered.

Her head shot up as she arched a brow in disbelief. "You? Cook?"

Jaxon chuckled. ...