Chapter 97

• That morning felt different. The scent of warm toast filled the apartment while sunlight streamed through the wide dining-room window. Ivy was setting the plates when Joshua wandered in, his hair still a tousled mess.
• “Why do you always look like a magazine model, even first thing in the morning?” Joshua pulled out a chair and sat down with a teasing smile.
• Ivy shot him a quick look. “And why do you always look like some high school kid running late to class?”