Elena's POV

"Nope,” I said to my own reflection, "We are not doing another week of this emotionally mature avoidance thing."

I set my earring down on the bathroom counter.

Three days, three full days of Caleb being warm and attentive and infuriatingly normal.

He still hadn't said a single word about MetLife.

And I had decided, standing in front of my mirror at nine in the morning with one earring in, that today I was just going to ask him directly, like an adult, like someone who had not ...