u
ll just as I stepp
sleep. I stayed in the hallway, only
y, Mrs. Jacobs," he said, smooth as
eath
here.
I feared. Impeccably dressed, tall, confident. He looked like
aughter, Lucy?" M
Yes. I'm her
t, but I noticed. She turned s
myself against the wall,
d fou
dn't
oul
ust out of sight, heart pounding in
said slowly. Her voice was kind, but cautious n
used when he wanted to win someone over. "We've been tog
s one wo
," he added, voice dipped in concer
ectly-just enough charm, just enough worry. He always knew
leep, but you're welcome to wait in the
lease
her footsteps move
ow, steady, as he stepp
-
the stairs, Mike's vo
acobs?"
ed, turn
yet. I imagine she's exhausted. Lucy works hard-alwa
Anyone else would've been touche
le, "Could I use your kitchen? I'd love to make h
ted, surprised b
of you," she said. "Yes, of
of the hallway tabl
s class
. Perfect on
ce-just polished enough to make people
etting t
ho knew what was really
to my room, my bare feet
still fast asleep. My heart hadn't stopped racing since I heard his voice. I cli
int clatter of pans. Mike
urse
soft and unhurried. She still be
voice drifted from
, wak
ur from Da
" she said gently. "A man. Mike Van
was a
ered to make her breakfast.
catch. Probably still half-asleep. Bu
lankets, listening as my world sl
the stairs. If I hadn't been so anxio
rs, barely breathing, ears tu
then Dad, his usual slow, heavy steps.
d up, polite and composed. "It's
l. "Likewise... though I didn't know L
She's been working so hard. I thought she could u
with surprise: "Y
st I could do. And I made enough for a
ved, silverware clinking gent
" he added. "Let her sleep a b
the stairs ag
l, I did
g playlist echoed faintly from inside. She was proba
s tighter, ever
as c
, toast with avocado the way she liked it, and
sic coming from another room-probably t
rehearsed. He'd made a good impression downstairs. Her mother h
them. They barel
y would
stairs, slowing just sligh
called out. Hadn't run to him. Th
ng, th
was smart. Independent
p on the tray and t
knocking, he o