The dining table was silent except for the faint clanking Asher made with his spoon on his plate-a habit Jules had tried (and failed) to teach him to stop.
Jules sat adjacent to him, and Ethan sat at the head of the table. The air between them was undeniably heavy, but neither of them was willing to address it.
She held her spoon in her hand, her eyes fixed on the table but at nothing in particular. It had been three days since she and Nolan slept together, and a day since Ethan got back.
She'd hardly looked into his eyes ever since.
It wasn't that she felt guilty. It wasn't guilt. It felt more like relief, like she'd let go of something she'd been holding on to.
And now, she avoided Ethan's gaze so she wouldn't snitch on herself.
"Are you okay?" Ethan's voice cut through her mind, a
