JAXSON'S POV
"Hey Jax," Sloane said, pressing a kiss on my cheeks. "What's going on here? What's she?"
"She's making a delivery, and she's about to leave."
"Delivery? For what?"
"Don't worry about it, Sloane," I held her, leading her inside. "Let's go in; she's about to leave anyway."
Maya still stood there; Becca was signing on some documents, but she still stood moping like a duck.
"LEAVE THESE PREMISES NOW," I screamed at her.
She jolted in shock and headed to the truck. I led Sloane to the living room and shut the door.
I dropped onto the couch, and Sloane curled up right beside me, way closer than the couch required. She had that box in her lap, wrapped in gold paper with a ribbon.
"So what was that about?" she asked, tilting her head toward the door. "Since when do you deal
