Chapter Twenty-Seven
Just like he promised, Jaxon arrived at Izzie's with two enormous boxes of pizza and a growler of Big Mike's Prairie Rattler IPA. On the porch, Izzie lounged on her favorite rocker, one leg slung over the arm, hair still damp, curls cascading down her back. She wore a long hippie skirt and a black graphic tee that read "between the pages of a book is a lovely place to be." He stared at her shirt for a long moment, then shook his head with a laugh. He knew exactly what he'd like to be between right now, and it wasn't the pages of a book. "You and your shirts." He lifted the pizza. "Where do you want to eat?"
"Are you okay outside? I know it's warm, but I forgot to set the AC when I left this morning, and the house is even hotter." Her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Be
