Lynn’s POV

He'd been standing there long enough to see everything.

That was what killed me. Not that he'd found me — the bond made that inevitable and I knew it — but the look on his face when I turned around. Not triumphant. Not smug. Just quiet in a way I didn't have a word for, like he'd been watching something he hadn't expected and hadn't recovered from it yet.

I untied the apron and handed it back without a word. He didn't push. He walked me to the dining room, ...