Cain's POV

“Did you tell Mrs. Odette to stop putting sugar in the guest wing pantry?”

I looked up from the stove. Roxy stood in the kitchen doorway with her arms folded tight across her chest, her hair still damp, dark strands clinging to her neck. It was one in the morning, and she looked wide awake or just furious enough that it had chased tiredness away.

“I asked her to swap it for the oat milk you actually drink instead of the sugar.” I turned off the burner and faced her. “Seems practical since you hate sugar anyway.”

“That’s not your call to make.”

“It’s just coffee, Roxy.” I...