Jacob suddenly felt a wave of regret. 'Why was I so eager to see her? I don't look exactly presentable!'
"No, no!"
Jacob's expression amused Bethany as she walked in and placed the thermos on the bedside table.
"I brought you some clam chowder. You should have it for lunch," she said, her voice brightening the room.
Jacob's mood lifted at her words, and a wide smile revealed his perfectly white teeth. "Thank you! Did you make it yourself?"
"Not quite. I rushed over and didn't have time to cook, so I bought it from a restaurant," Bethany admitted, a little embarrassed.
Looking at the thermos, Jacob understood. This clam chowder was special—it was Bethany's thoughtful gesture. She had gone out of her way to get this just for him, which, in his eyes, meant just as much as if she'd made
