~ISLA~I glanced between Jaxon and Mr. Lowe, brow raised.“I gave it to him while you were in the waiting room,” Jaxon said easily.“Oh.” I blinked. “Right. Sorry. My brain’s been scrambled lately.”I turned to Mr. Lowe. “Thank you. Really. You made my entire week.”“It was my pleasure, Miss Isla,” he replied smoothly as he parked in the apartment garage. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again.”I laughed lightly. “Maybe we will.”The moment the car stopped, Jaxon was already out, pulling bags from the trunk like they weighed nothing.I hurried to help.“I’ve got it,” he said without looking at me. “Go inside. It’s cold.”I tilted my head. “Look at you. Caring.”“I have to,” he replied flatly. “If you get sick, I lose my accommodation.”I gasped and pinched his side before darting toward the lobby. “Rude!”He didn’t even flinch.We carried the bags upstairs together until my tiny apartment looked like we’d robbed the mall.“Oh God,” I muttered. “We really cleaned that plac
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