CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The kitchen was filled with fresh food and beverages and everything that they could need for a prolonged stay. Ivy picked some fruit from the bowl on the kitchen island then retrieved a bowl and a board to chop it on.
Casting her attention around, she focused on the drawer that had been locked during her last stay here. This time, it slid open without a hitch. Selecting a knife, Ivy went to work on peeling and chopping the fruit to put together a salad for breakfast.
While she was squeezing oranges, the kitchen door swung open, and Carina came in wearing an ankle length skirt and gauze shirt over a basic tank top.
“Good morning,” Carina said.
“Morning,” she reciprocated but kept on juicing.
“I’m sorry you and Dax didn’t join us last night,” Carina said, crossing
