“Sophia!” Steve took the little pup from my arms, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. “…Thank you.”
I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. “You should take her to change quickly—she might catch a cold.”
Later that evening, I had just changed into something comfortable and settled down at a small table, planning to quietly enjoy some skewers. Before I could take a bite, Steve appeared, holding Sophia’s hand.
“Can we sit here?” His voice was low, deep, but carried a polite softness. I wasn’t in the mood for company, but I nodded. “Of course.”
He settled Sophia first, then went to grab some food. Before leaving, he glanced back at me, adding gently, “Watch her for me.”
Sophia clung to me, her little damp hands gripping the napkin I’d han
