Renee poked her head inside. “Morning, you two. Everyone sleep okay?”

“Lincoln loved listening to all of the angels bowling. Wasn’t that fun, honey?”

She didn’t want to burden Renee with her insomnia. Her friend would somehow find a reason why she herself could have prevented this, maybe by bringing a heavier blanket or choosing a different guest room.

Plus, Sadie didn’t feel like explaining the true reason why she’d tossed and turned. She didn’t want to share how Ethan was still MIA. It hurt too much just to think the words.

“How did you sleep?” she asked instead.

“Oh, you know.” Renee fidgeted, casting her eyes toward the floor. And God—was she blushing?

“Renee! You better dish.”

“I can’t say I got a lot of sleep.” She was glowing. “But the reason why I wasn’t sleeping was…um, lovely. Really lovely. Honestly, it was sort of the best ever. The best, um, not sleeping ever.”

Sadie’s eyes widened in understanding. She squealed, jumping to her feet and nearly toppling Renee with a giant hug while Lincoln clapped in amusement.

“I know it’s not like it was the first time,” Sadie said. “But something is different about you! This was a more important time, wasn’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” Renee said with a wistful sigh. “We were much more, um, in sync this go-around.”

“You mean you both finished at the same time?” Sadie cocked her head to the side. “I have to admit, that has literally never happened for us—”

Renee covered her mouth, looking scandalized. “Do you want the whole house to hear?”

Dan appeared behind her. “Good morning, gang! How did you two sleep?”

Not as well as you, Dr. McDreamy! Sadie grinned. “Oh, we got along fine.”

Lincoln wiggled off the bed. “Where my daddy?”

Please stop asking, Sadie thought, as Renee and Dan’s gazes focused on her. “I still haven’t heard from him,” she revealed after a long pause.

“Oh, Sadie—”

She held up a hand. “Can we please not talk about it? At least, not yet?”

Renee frowned, looking uncertain. But Dan was quick to move the conversation along. “Let’s make breakfast,” he said. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m starving.”

“Yeah?” Renee paused, the wheels almost visibly churning in her head as she seemed to debate if she should let the topic go or probe further. “Yeah, okay. I guess I am pretty hungry, too.”

“Oh, we are too,” Sadie fibbed, as she was decidedly not hungry. Thank God Renee had backed off. She was this close to cracking. “Just let me make the bed and straighten up a bit, and we’ll be right down.”