Isla and Maggie burst into laughter, their chuckles filling the room. Maggie rambled on about Jaxon—how he'd been a bit of a clumsy oaf in his younger days and how, against all odds, he'd managed to win the heart of a woman like Isla.
Meanwhile, Danika set the table for dinner. Just as they settled into their seats, Isla's phone buzzed against the table.
“Sorry," she murmured, reaching for it. A quick glance at the screen—Sophie. Isla stood and stepped away from the table to take the call.
“Hey," she greeted, a wide smile on her face. But instead of a cheerful reply, she was met with a shaky sniff.
“Hey," Sophie's voice trembled, and Isla's brows knitted together in concern.
“Are you crying?" she asked, alarmed. Another sniff.
“I know I shouldn't be calling… I know you're with Jaxon,
