Allie
“Apparently, breakfast.”
Noah stood in Mia’s doorway wearing only dark sweatpants.
His hair was untidy, his chest was bare, and one hand still held the door as though he had not yet decided whether letting me inside was a good idea.
I stared at him.
Then looked toward Mia.
She stood near the bedroom door wearing an oversized shirt, with sleep still visible in her face and her hair twisted into a loose, messy knot.
My surprise lasted several seconds.
Delight followed immediately.
“Oh.”
Mia’s expression became defensive.
“Do not.”
I looked at Noah again.
Then back at her.
“Oh.”
“Allie.”
“I only said one word.”
“You said it twice.”
“The second one had more information.”
Noah stepped aside.
“Are you coming in, or should I close the door while you process this?”
I ent
