Nathan’s POV
It was just past 8:10 a.m. when I walked back into the house.
The scent of coffee still lingered in the air, warm and rich. A half-empty mug rested on the counter, and I could hear the faint hiss of running water from upstairs.
Isabelle was still showering.
I climbed the stairs slowly, taking my time as the early morning sunlight bled through the tall windows of the hallway. My muscles still carried the buzz from my run with Marcus and the peaceful chaos of the morning with Jaime. But now, the house was quiet again—just the two of us.
The bedroom door was cracked open. I stepped inside and pulled my black T-shirt over my head, tossing it into the hamper.
My fingers moved to unfasten my watch before heading to the closet to grab my suit for the day—a deep burgundy one I
