Annabelle quickly turned on the lights, threw on a jacket, and rushed to open the door for Jax.
As he stepped inside, he deliberately left the door open to avoid any misunderstandings. The cold, salty scent of rain drifted into the room, sending a chill through Annabelle.
She took a quick glance at Jax and noticed that his hair was slightly damp. His expression was unusually serious, lips pressed into a tight line, as if something was making him tense.
Had he been outside on the deck or the outer corridor instead of in his cabin?
Was he also worried about Kendrick?
“Have a seat.”
Calming her thoughts, Annabelle led Jax to the living room.
Jax sat down on the sofa. “Madam, are you afraid of the thunder?”
Annabelle nodded, then shook her head. She went straight to the point. “Why isn
