7
Isaac finished his dinner in record time. “Thank you for everything,” he told Caleb as he stood to leave.
Caleb’s gaze landed on Leanne, who wasn’t even halfway done with her plate. “Of course. We love having you over,” he said, his attention returning to Isaac. “Which means you can’t leave before dessert. We made your favorite.”
Leanne perked up at that. “You made a lava cake?”
Isaac’s eyes snapped in her direction. “You remembered,” he said, surprised. She looked equally surprised that he’d actually spoken to her.
Shoot. He hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to Leanne, but it made staying away that much more difficult. And that was what he’d need to do to retain his sanity. What if he let her in, and then she left again? She’d already done it once when a better
