(Sabrina’s POV)
Dinner goes well.
Too well, actually.
Better than I expected.
I watch Ethan and Jake across the table, their heads bent together as they examine the dessert menu like it contains the secrets of the universe. Jake is pointing at something, his little face animated with excitement, and Ethan nods seriously like my five-year-old's opinion on ice cream flavors is the most important thing he's heard all day.
And that…precisely that attentiveness…worries me.
The bond between them is growing stronger with every passing minute, and it makes me uneasy in a way I can't quite name.
They're getting too comfortable with each other. Too natural. Like they've known each other for years instead of days.
What happens when this doesn't work out? When Ethan realizes dating a single mo
