Chapter 47

• Morning in Josh’s apartment felt strangely different. The scent of coffee drifted through the air, mingling with the soft sound of Ivy’s voice as she moved around the kitchen, putting together a simple breakfast.
• Josh, already dressed in a crisp gray long-sleeved shirt, leaned lazily against the barstool, watching her. He was straightening his cuffs and smoothing the fabric so it wouldn’t wrinkle before slipping on his tie.
• “Why do you look like a wife who’s used to making me breakfast?” he teased.