Ronan and Maddox were already at the table—Ronan had his laptop open and a cup of coffee, while Maddox was focused on his toast, breaking it into tiny pieces.
They both looked up as we entered, and I noticed their expressions change when they saw Jaxon and me holding hands. It was clear something had changed overnight.
“Morning,” Jaxon said, his tone calm, as if this was just another ordinary day.
“Morning,” Ronan replied, his green eyes moving back and forth between us, taking in the situation with a calculating look. He didn’t seem surprised, really; more like he was thinking through what this meant for all of us.
Maddox didn’t say anything. He glanced at our joined hands, then at my face, and finally at Jaxon’s. I saw something complicated in his expression—maybe hurt or resignatio
