(Finn’s POV)“Kitty?” I almost meowed when she didn’t answer.When she finally breathed out, she surprised me with her question.“What are you doing here?” she said worriedly in a hushed tone and walked toward the side table to get a tissue. I thought she would use it to wipe herself, but my work wife returned to me, attempting to clean my shirt.I caught her wrist. “I should be the one asking you that question. What are you doing here at this hour? You’re supposed to be home and resting.”She looked tired, which was understandable after what she went through today. With her strong personality, it didn’t surprise me that she handled the situation well, especially when Lexa began crying after getting a word from Jeannie about what had happened to their little sister. Although it confused me for a few moments because I thought Lexi would be the one who would cry, not her. Maybe the hospital bill issue was one concern.“I couldn’t sleep. You? You’re supposed to be home and resting,” she

(Lexi’s POV)I craned my neck and closed my eyes, enjoying the sprinkle of water on my body, when suddenly the bathroom door opened. This area was not as big as his bathroom in the mansion, so when Finn dashed inside, the room suddenly became smaller.My eyes widened, gasping and watching him in horror as he pulled off his pajamas, not leaving any clothes.“Move back,” he said.I did step back and watched Finn taking over the shower head and reaching for the shampoo bottle, but it fell from his hands.“Help me.” His voice begged as I picked up the bottle and put a portion on his hair.“What’s happening?” I growled at him, not minding we were Adam and Eve, only standing in the small bathroom, not in the Garden of Eden.His palm flew to my mouth. “Shush!” he muttered in a low voice, placing his index finger on his lips.I opened my mouth to protest, but I closed it again as I heard a familiar voice.“Finn!”He gestured his hand, asking me to move to the side. He walked to the door, peer

(Frank’s POV)Mrs. Lira smiled and thanked Lexa and me after placing the box at the main entrance of the orphanage.“We can bring this inside, Mrs. Lira,” I offered, but the institution Director smiled and shook her head.“Don’t bother, Frank. The boys will help me get this box. Thank you again,” she said gently, glancing at Lexa. “Is she Anya’s music teacher?”Lexa gave the older woman a sweet grin. “Yep. That’s me.”“Angela’s bringing some musical instruments next week for the kids. Can you spare a little time to teach them?” She was hopeful Lexa would say yes.“Of course!” she answered cheerily, leaning forward to Mrs. Lira. “But -”Lexa saying yes to her already surprised me, but I knew her, she was all about earning money for her sisters, and the institution had nothing to give her except recognition and appreciation for her voluntary and good deeds. My eyes narrowed, unconsciously looking at her.“We just don’t have the budget for the fees…” Mrs. Lira blushed and smiled sheepish

(Lexi’s POV) Finn has just come from his meeting with Sky. It wasn’t on the schedule, but he went to meet him when he received a call from Catherine asking him to come to his office. He walked past me, not talking to me or asking me what he wanted to eat for lunch, but I was sure he glanced at the box of sour candy strips I had been munching since he left. I was about to take the last piece, but he came back and stole it from me. “Hey!” I protested, but he ignored me and went inside his office. I sighed, stared at my monitor again to look at the blinking cursor, and waited for who would give up blinking first. Was it the cursor or me? The door of his private office opened, and Finn went out again, his face crimson as he threw the white envelope on my table. “What’s this?” He asked angrily. I leaned forward, pretending not to know, picked it up, and took the letter inside. “Oh! This is what you called a resignation letter, Finn.” I faked a smile. “Get in my office.” He snarled.

(Lexi’s POV)Finn wasn’t kidding me when he said this was a workcation because after eating dinner at the picnic site and going with me to the nearest bathroom, which was a ten-minute walk from the tent to brush my teeth and change, he was already talking about work. As I got out of the bathroom, I finally looked like going camping, wearing a sweatshirt, shorts, and a pair of Crocs classic clogs, matching him.When we returned to the tent, he took the brochures and documents John had given him earlier and began studying them. He ignored me as I plumped the only pillow I had. His was placed at the farthest part of the tent as if telling me he wasn’t interested in touching me tonight. It should have been a piece of good news for me, but I took it as an insult.Brushing my thoughts aside, I lay my back on the bedding, twisting and turning a few times to find a comfortable position, when the air began to whisper outside, wind shaking our tent.“Finn,” I yelped as I listened to the wind fl