She stepped into her cabin to find Ben in the kitchen prepping for dinner and added the sight of him wielding a sharp knife against an onion to the growing list of things she wanted to get used to. Because he apparently hadn’t heard them come in, she tiptoed into the kitchen, slipped her arms around his waist, and laid her cheek on his back.
“I love you,” she murmured.
“I love you, too,” he replied. He set the knife down and turned to face her. His lips curved but not before she caught the frown of concern. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, and his eyes waxed remorseful. “It’s good to see you smile again.”
She sensed a ‘but’ behind his words. The regret in his eyes dampened the anticipation, and her smile slipped away, too quickly replaced by a frown. “What’s happened now?”
“Anoth
