Page 15 of Before We Say I Do

“I’m glad you’re home.”

Her smile was small, her eyes leaving him to roam over the blue and gold ornaments on the tree.

“Borboleta.”

Her eyes shifted back to him.

“Why are you standing in the doorway?”

It was then that she noticed she hadn’t moved into the room.

Her mouth opened, but no response came out. Kyle observed her. The apprehension in her eyes. The air of worry that shaped the look of her beautiful face.

He remained seated, not wanting to intimidate her by his towering height should she decide to confide in him about what tackled her thoughts.

She stepped deeper into the room, removing her coat while shaking off a shiver of the winter breeze that followed her through the door.

Wood crackled from the fire burning in the brick fireplace, and London could smell the light fragrance of food.

She sighed. “I missed dinner, didn’t I?”

He stood then, strolling to London, then taking her coat off her hands and hanging it on a hanger.

“You did.”

She turned to him. “I’m sorry.”

There it was again, apprehension.

“Is there something wrong, borboleta?”

She stepped closer to him, and he met her, body to body, his arms wrapping around her waist. He dropped his eyes to hers.

“I was at the park.”

“The park?”

She nodded. “Thinking.”

The room fell silent. She cleared her throat. “I left my phone in the car. That’s why I didn’t respond to your calls or texts, in case you’re wondering.”

“I was.”

He probed her with his stare, and she took in a deep breath and dropped her eyes to his throat.

“Something’s bothering you.”

It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.” Her voice nearly broke.

“Is it us?” She looked back at him, brows arching. “What?”

“Are you having second thoughts about us, borboleta?”

A gasp broke from her mouth.

“Kyle, sweetheart…” She stared at him. “No. Of course not.”

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