“Jax?” he croaks, sleepy gray eyes blinking up at me. “What time is it?” “Hey,” I whisper. “It’s just after eleven thirty. I’m gonna take Ryan upstairs, then I’ll come back for Isabela.” At the mention of her name, he glances down at where my daughter is snuggled up against him, and a gentle smile spreads across his lips. Guess she warmed up to him quicker than either of us expected.
