Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

If you didn't watch this girl for a single day, she'd forget to eat at all.

"Come on, try it. Tell me if it's good," Jackson urged, gently setting Fiona in a chair and placing a steaming bowl of soup beside her.

Fiona took a few sips-the taste was just as good as she remembered. Meanwhile, Jackson was still peeling shrimp for her, piling the little bowl in front of her with care.

"Jackson, did you get everything sorted out in the Capital?" Fiona asked.

"It's settled," Jackson replied, not slowing his hands. "But they found some old bones in the Woods family's branch basement. No one knows who they belonged to. They're being tested, but the remains are ancient-it could take ages to get results."

"How long do you think?"

"Hard to say. When I touched them, they basically turned to dust. Even moving them was a challenge."

Fiona ate a piece of shrimp, watching worry shadow Jackson's face.

He's afraid those bones might be their parents'.

"Now that you're in charge of the Woods family, did Grandpa Woods ever tell you what really happened back then?" she asked softly.

"I was just about to talk to you about that. Tomorrow morning I'm going back to the old house. After all this time, maybe I'll finally get some answers."

"I want to go with you."

"Alright."

Fiona curled up on the couch, her eyes drifting shut until she fell asleep against

scent-he always made her feel so

slept straight through to

and alone in bed, she

even happened or if

looked exactly the same, which only

sworn she'd been in Jackson's arms in the living room, talking,

and peered out. No, it

Dining room, empty. Was

it felt

she caught a

in the

and stopped at the doorway, watching the

It was Jackson.

it wasn't a dream after

of relief and happiness crashed over

He really was back.

out carrying breakfast. When he saw Fiona standing there barefoot, he quickly

wearing shoes?" he asked