Caleb watched her quietly, the tension between them easing just slightly after his words settled in.
Then—
Iva yawned.
It came suddenly, catching her off guard as she tried to cover it with her hand, her eyes blinking rapidly as exhaustion finally caught up with her.
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Caleb smiled.
Not the teasing smirk.
Not the dominant, overwhelming expression she had grown used to.
Something softer.
“You’re exhausted,” he said simply.
She opened her mouth to deny it—
Another small yawn betrayed her.
His smile widened just a fraction.
“I’ll let you go freshen up first,” he added, stepping back and giving her space. “You have the ensuite bathroom.”
Iva nodded quickly, grateful for the escape.
Before she could move, he turned toward one of the wardrobes,
