Isabella pushed open the door to their modest home, letting the familiar scent of simmering stew and garlic wash over her. Her shoulders sagged with relief…it had been a long day at the company, balancing schedules, arranging files, and, of course, trying not to notice whenever her boss, Colton Denovan, glanced her way.

Almost as soon as she stepped in, the clatter of utensils came from the kitchen. Their mother was setting the table, carefully spooning rice into bowls. At that same moment, the front door banged behind her, and Lily bounded in, her school bag barely hanging onto one arm.

“Food! Finally!” Lily cried, dropping her bag in the...