Chapter 33

• Zayne
• The next morning, I awake with a groan because I will no longer have Maija to myself. There will be no more stolen kisses. I groan again at the thought of Danuel kissing my woman, ugh. I roll out of bed and head into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth before heading down to the kitchen, assuming Maija is probably making breakfast. She is nowhere in sight when I walk in, but a plate on the countertop has waffles, French toast, eggs, and bacon with a note attached.
• “I’m going to read and maybe feed a goat or two. Thank you so much again, Zayne. I know you say I should stop thanking you, but this means so much to me.  P.s I’ll be back by lunch.”