Isaac paused mid-bite and studied me with an unreadable expression. Then he smiled—not his usual smirk, but something a little bit softer and, dare I say, more genuine. “You’re welcome.”
We ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes. I was surprised by how natural it felt, sharing breakfast in bed with Isaac. There was none of the tension I’d expected, none of the awkwardness that should have followed our almost-kiss in Ethan’s closet.
I planned on keeping it that way.
“How are you feeling?” Isaac asked, pouring us both coffee.
“Better,” I said. “It was just the baby letting me know I’d been on my feet too long, I think.”
“Good.” He nodded, looking relieved. “I was worried.”
“I noticed.” I smiled into my coffee cup. “You practically carried me out of there.”
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