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.

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

cozy feeling washed over her. It was like they were a couple settling

at the table, noticing her lost in thought,

swamped abroad to experiment, so

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

you want, I can make sure you always have days

hung in the air, and

pause, Aubree replied, "I'm just afraid you'll

photograph, one where

sight, Aubree's utensils

picture

kidnapping, saving

kid from

police

have been a

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