“I’m sure he told you already, but Aiden’s glad that he’ll get to see more of you.” There’s a twitch of a smile as she nods again. “We both are.” Finally, a reaction. Bee’s gaze meets mine, and there’s a flash of something sharp—a literal blink and I’d have missed it—before she ducks her head. The kitchen counter stands between us, but I can’t tell who it’s meant to be protecting.
