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My eyes snap back up.

Only to land on the yellow top hugging her curves.

She’s been eating. I made sure of that, and even though I still haven’t seen her cook, her skin looks healthier and her smile comes easier now.

She’s gorgeous…

Fuck.

I turn away and put my coffee on the counter.

What the hell was that?

I stare at the cup like it personally offended me.

This is Damiano’s wife.

My best friend’s wife.

Nora.

That’s it.

I know she’s beautiful. I have eyes. I’ve always known she’s beautiful.

But knowing it and noticing it are two very different things.

And I have no fucking business noticing.

I look up at the ceiling.

Seriously?

Of all the women in the world, this is who my brain decides to notice?

I hear her moving behind me and grab my coffee again, mostly because I need something to do with my hands.

“Ready,” she says.

I turn around.

Eyes on her face.

Good plan.

“Let’s go.”

It comes out harsher than I intended.

Her eyebrows lift.

Not her fault my brain decided to notice things it has no business noticing.

“Lead the way, Grumpy.”

She walks past me.

I shake my head and follow.