Morning light came in hot and early.

Chloe woke already sticky with summer humidity, the thin sheet twisted around her waist. She could hear movement downstairs — the low sound of a cabinet closing, water running, the quiet scrape of a chair. Nathan was up.

She pulled on a soft cotton tank top and a pair of sleep shorts that barely reached mid-thigh and went down. The kitchen smelled of coffee. Nathan stood at the counter in dark sweatpants and a faded black t-shirt, back to her. The fabric stretched across his shoulders every time he moved.

He glanced over when he heard her.

His eyes dropped immediately to her...