Eluna’s P.O.V.
By the time I reached the B&B, the sky had already shifted to that dark blue-gray that always made Fairview look like a painting. My arms ached from carrying the two brown paper bags, and I was fairly convinced the smell alone could have led Jackson straight to me.
I had bribed Koda with exactly one knowing glance and the phrase "Jackson Hart wants you to make him dinner.” That was all it took. He had disappeared into the kitchen with a gasp that sounded half like concern and half like someone prepping for a red-carpet event. Ten minutes later, he had handed me the bags like they were treasure chests.
“Do not let him eat this cold,” he’d warned me, eyes wide.
“And if he likes it, tell him he needs to come over again.”
I had laughed all the way to the car.
So naturally
