Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1854

“He’s not dead, but it’s basically the same thing,” Jackson said.

Fiona perked up instantly, swinging around to sit cross-legged in front of him, eyes bright with curiosity, like she was all ears for a secret.

Jackson couldn’t help but smile at how serious she looked.

“Josie made such a big move, only to end up dead so easily—it just seems like such a waste. You mentioned Josie had some sort of connection with Amy, right? I remember Amy a little. Back when we first got to the States, we even had dinner together. She was super friendly, really easy to talk to, but I always got the feeling she could handle herself. Honestly, I think her skills might be as good as yours.”

That caught Fiona off guard. She’d never seen Amy as someone who could fight. From everything she’d noticed, Amy had never slipped up or shown any signs.

Or maybe she just hadn’t been paying close enough attention.

Jackson saw the confusion on her face and explained, “Remember that dinner? Someone started causing trouble at the door and you went to handle it. While you were gone, a cup of hot tea tipped over in front of Amy. By all rights, it should’ve shattered and burned her, but she caught it—fast. Didn’t spill a single drop.”

Fiona realized she couldn’t really blame herself for missing that. She’d been away from the table, the place was loud, and she’d been distracted. Anyone could have missed it.

“Whoever’s behind her must be pretty powerful,” Fiona said. “And they definitely don’t want us coming back.”

Jackson reached over, ruffled her hair, and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry about it. If Amy tries anything, what happened to Josie will be enough to make her think twice. She won’t do anything reckless.”

“That might be true, but it feels weird to just sit here and do nothing.”

She wandered into the kitchen, feeling a little down, but the moment she saw breakfast ready on the table, her mood brightened. Jackson’s cooking just kept getting better—all her favorites were there.

After eating, she called his phone, but it started ringing from the study. Confused, she walked over, but the room was empty.

A minute later, she heard the front door open and hurried out just in time to see Jackson coming in, holding a chubby little tabby kitten.

He had a couple of bags in his other hand. Fiona rushed over to take the kitten. The cat was soft, purring, and seemed perfectly content to be in her arms.

“You’ve always said you wanted a kitten,” Jackson said, setting the bags down. “I spent ages picking this one out. I left so early this morning I didn’t get to tell you.” He took her hand and led her over to the couch, sitting down right beside her.