He glanced at the jacket before looking up at her. “Whose jacket is this?”

“Josh Batton’s,” she replied softly before turning into the kitchen. She had no intention of explaining too much to this fake husband of hers.

The moment she left, the jacket fell to the ground.

Stanley got up and simply kicked the jacket aside before entering the kitchen.

By then, Xyla’s hands were behind her back, battling with the strings of her white apron.

The strings had been tied loosely earlier, so she p