Bella pov
We sat in awkward silence until the food arrived. Then I focused on my salad, grateful for something to do with my hands.
"You were brilliant in there," Caleb said finally.
"Just doing my job."
"It was more than that, you commanded that room. Even Walsh was impressed and he's impossible to impress."
"Is this the part where you tell me you're proud of me?" I set down my fork. "Because I don't need your approval, Caleb."
"I know you don't, but you have it anyway." He met my eyes. "Bella, I'm not the enemy here. We're on the same side."
"We're on Tom's side," I corrected. "That doesn't make us allies."
"Doesn't it?" He leaned back, studying me. "We just spent two hours presenting as a unified team. We're living under the same roof, raising our son together, building a busin
