Jackson’s P.O.V.
*2 HOURS AGO*
I hadn’t slept this well in years.
No hotel room.
No bus engine humming through the floorboards.
No assistant knocking at my door six hours too early with a bottle of green juice and a new schedule designed to drain my soul.
Just silence.
Real silence.
The kind that wrapped around you like a warm quilt and whispered, You’re safe now. I stirred under the covers, the scent of fresh-baked something pulling me gently out of sleep.
There was a soft knock on the door, followed by the owner’s cheerful voice.
“Mornin’, cowboy. I brought you breakfast, would you like me to bring it to your room or do you want to eat in the kitchen?”
I chuckled to myself, dragging a hand through my already-messy hair.
“You can bring it in here, thank you,” I called ba
