John was home, but not for lack of going out. Other than time spent meeting Shelley's inanimate friends, he'd had an interesting encounter with a barista in the morning that earned him a smack after she asked if there was anything else he needed.

Sometimes honesty wasn't the best policy, even if John hadn't known exactly where his extreme honesty had come from other than the general air of lust all around the island.

No matter, now he was home and answering the door in hopes of finding an errant pizza boy. "Jaina! Not what I expected, but not unwelcome."