Chapter 138

SLOANE

The next morning, I wake to Enzo’s giggles echoing through the house.

Vance is already up, shirtless, flipping pancakes in the kitchen while Enzo “helps” by dumping way too much flour on the counter.

I suddenly felt like I won the damn lottery seeing this sight.

Vance turns, catching me in the doorway. “Morning, kitten.”

“What is this mess, huh?”

Enzo squeals and runs over, hugging my legs.