ROLAND
Bella chose the absolute worst possible moment to say it.
I had just walked into the kitchen, half awake, running a hand through my hair while searching for coffee, when she dropped the sentence like a grenade between us.
“Alex is taking Lily out tonight,” she said casually, leaning against the counter while scrolling through her phone.
I paused mid-step.
“Okay,” I replied slowly, reaching for a mug.
She glanced up at me then, watching me with that infuriatingly observant look she always had when she thought she’d caught something interesting. “It’s not just a regular date.”
I poured the coffee anyway, though my hand had gone slightly stiff around the pot. “What kind of date is it then?” I asked flatly.
Bella shrugged like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. “The ki
