Chapter 13 Stuck

• Jaxon glanced at his wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time, and this time, his patience snapped. It was already past 7 p.m. He started pacing in front of her desk, his eyes darting to the restroom door every time he passed it.
• Finally, the door creaked open, and Isla emerged, softly sniffing. Her head was bowed, and she didn’t notice him standing there until she nearly reached her desk.
• Her breath hitched as her gaze lifted, meeting his. “Mr. Jaxon…” she murmured, quickly smoothing the sadness from her expression.