Shaira had a soft smile all the way on the drive back to the house, she leaned against the window, hardly seeing the view on the other side.
If she knew that this was how good it would feel to open up to Zavier, she would have done it long before her uncle came.
Then she would have instantly caught up to his ruse but it was better late than never.
They would be back home soon, Hank never spoke to her while he drove and honestly she preferred it that way, he looked nice enough but she would rather not have to hold a conversation with him.
She had no idea when Zavier would be back but she had no fear that he wouldn’t be back, she was thinking of making dinner for him before he came back.
The thought made her giddy. Now she just had to find a way to convince the chef to let her in the ki
