Eleanor never expected to run into Caleb again like this.
He looked just as startled seeing her.
Time had reshaped him the boyish softness gone, replaced by something sharper, older.
The suit did the rest. He'd fully shed whatever was left of the college kid she'd once known, transformed entirely into someone who belonged in this room.
"Caleb, you know her?"
Isabelle asked, glancing between them.
Caleb's eyes stayed locked on Eleanor, mouth parting slightly like he was choosing words and rejecting every option. He didn't answer right away.
Peter filled the silence instead, introducing Eleanor to Isabelle.
"Ms. Frost, this is Eleanor Hale. My girlfriend."
Eleanor's eyes went wide, staring at him a silent demand for an explanation.
Caleb, for all his effort to keep his composure, c
