Chapter Ten
His heart shouldn't be pounding. Jaxon had entered Izzie's kitchen more times than he could count. Of course, they'd never kissed before, either. And that complicated everything. In spite of the riot of emotions churning inside him, seeing her again, even looking decidedly worse for wear, brought a smile to his face. Her wild curly hair, which she typically wrestled into submission via braids or buns, kinked out in every direction and tumbled down her shoulders. And where had she been hiding that thin silk robe? In all the years they'd hung out together, he'd never seen Izzie less than fully dressed, and Holy. Hell. The pale robe hung scandalously open in a deep vee, yet clung to the soft swell of her breasts, revealing pert n*****s perfect for feasting. Jaxon blinked and swal
