“That is not the same.”
“It should be.”
He studied my face.
“I love this about you.”
“What?”
“You notice what people are carrying.”
I looked toward Caleb and Owen.
“Not soon enough.”
“It still counts.”
He kissed the point of my shoulder.
The touch was small.
In a room full of people, it felt more intimate than it should have.
Caleb noticed.
He pretended not to.
Owen noticed Caleb pretending and smiled into his coffee.
Noah’s energy began to fade after lunch.
He stretched his back and blinked slowly.
“I’m going upstairs.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“You have work.”
“I need to inspect the new stair strips.”
“They were installed yesterday.”
“I am thorough.”
His mouth curved.
“You want to watch me climb.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Your ass.”
Caleb groaned.
“I was trying to eat.”
