JAX’S POV.

I turned to send another glance at her again before settling my eyes back on the breakfast I was trying to make.

“You good?.” I asked and heard her hum from behind.

“Yea, just some headache.” She responded her left palm placed under her jaw as she glued her eyes to me. “What are you cooking?.” She asked, and I immediately knew it wasn’t because she was curious. She didn’t want me to press the issue further, so she was quiet for two days.

“Scotch eggs,” I said, my voice filled with pride. Cooking was a great habit of mine, something that I loved to do with so...