Six

She was already at the table when I walked in. I didn’t expect that. I thought I was doing a good job of avoiding her, but apparently, I wasn’t. I hesitated at the doorway, but it wouldn’t make any sense to just turn away. So I walked in.

Arabella sat there quietly, a slice of toast in her hand, barely touched. She looked up the second she noticed me.

Her eyes lit up before she could hide it. “Good morning,” she said softly.

Her eyes when they lit up sent my heart racing, and the calm in her voice. I wanted to answer. I wanted to say something. But...