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.

roses he'd bought, placing the vase on the windowsill where a sunbeam

a cozy feeling washed over

the table, noticing her lost in thought, and raised an

was too swamped abroad to experiment, so I had to stick to

at her plate. "It's just been

I can make sure you always have

air, and a

a pause, Aubree replied, "I'm just afraid

out a photograph, one where

Aubree's utensils slipped from her

boy in the picture At fourteen,

kidnapping, saving

from danger.

police resolve the case swiftly,

could have

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