Talon
“Morning,” Jake said, eyes flicking between the two of us as he went for the coffee pot.
He paused, his hand hovering over it, then glanced back at us with a knowing smirk. “You two look cozy.”
Laura stepped back from me, her cheeks flushing while she quickly wiped her hands on the dishtowel. "Morning," she replied, her voice steady but tinged with that self-consciousness she always had around her brother when we were caught in a moment.
Jake poured himself a cup of coffee, unhurried, like he hadn’t just walked in on something intimate. He leaned against the counter, taking a long sip before speaking.
“Sleep well?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, scanning the room like he was putting together pieces of a puzzle.
“Yeah,” Laura answered, fiddling with the edge of th
