Nicolas POV
"I know what you are going to say," Kyle said, as I pulled a chair back to take a seat at the table.
I stopped what I was doing and stared at him in shock. He was no mind reader.
My gaze swept over the familiar face, taking in the changes that had occurred. I haven't seen Kyle for more than five years. He looked a bit older than the last time I saw him, and his body and face had changed a bit.
Kyle had always been on the thin side, but now he was massive and masculine.
My gaze swept over his face. Isabella's illness had etched deep worry lines under his eyes, now replaced by lines of laughter. His face had become more full and less sunken. He looked much healthier, and he had definitely gained some healthy body weight.
My gaze swept over his medium brown hair; it was now
