The meal went almost seamlessly after that.

Isabelle ate quietly not wanting to attract any more attention from him.

Riven, on the other hand, had his gaze lowered on his plate, but Isabelle couldn’t shake the feeling he was watching her more than his food.

Halfway through the meal, he suddenly spoke, his gaze lifting across the table. “You picked her up from school today. I… hope it wasn’t inconvenient.”

Isabelle looked up. “What wasn’t?” Then she realized ...