Riven paused by the doorway, the faint drizzle still clinging to his shoulders.

For a heartbeat, he simply looked at her. Her face was faintly flushed from the kitchen heat, a wisp of hair falling over her cheek, and her eyes bright in the soft light.

The corners of his lips curved. “Were you waiting for me?”

The question was light, teasing, but Isabelle froze all the same.

Only then did she realize how her voice had sounded too eager and warm, and she quickly straightened, ...