The next morning, the aroma of breakfast coaxed Aubree from her slumber. Matthew, donning an apron, was busy in the kitchen.

Aubree glanced at the clock and realized she was running late. In a fluster, she grabbed her bag and headed for the door, only to be gently stopped by Matthew.

"I called your dad and got you the morning off. You can head in by noon. But first, let's eat."

"Mr. Casey actually agreed to that?"

"Yeah, with the condition you're there by noon-and he told me not to cause any trouble."

Considering it was Matthew's first night back and she was already late, anyone might assume there'd been some mischief the night before. But, truth be told, nothing had happened between them.

Matthew brought breakfast to the table.

"Let's eat."

With a sigh, Aubree returned to her seat.

served her a bowl of soup and busied himself with trimming the roses he'd bought, placing the vase on the windowsill where a sunbeam lit

washed over her.

table, noticing her lost in

too swamped abroad to

Aubree said, glancing at her plate. "It's just been

make sure you always have days this

words hung in the air, and a hush fell over

replied, "I'm just afraid you'll regret

where he was seven, and

Aubree's utensils

picture

kidnapping,

from danger.

police resolve

could have been

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