Aisha finished her café shift slowly, still replaying the morning over and over—the panic, Daniel’s words, Callen’s sudden appearance, the way his voice wrapped around her like a promise.
She tried not to think about the way he’d held her.
Or how safe she had felt.
By the time her shift ended, snow had begun drifting softly again. She stepped outside, tugging her coat tighter—
And nearly jumped when she saw Amara waiting by the wall, smiling brightly.
Almost too brightly.
“Aisha!” Amara chirped, pushing off the wall and looping an arm through hers before she could react. “Perfect. I wanted to catch you.”
“Oh—hi. Is everything okay?” Aisha asked.
“Great! Amazing!” Amara grinned. “Actually, I wanted to invite you to dinner.”
Aisha blinked. “Dinner?”
“Yep! Just you, me, and my dad.”
