“I’d love some,” he says, taking out a pad and paper. I turn and lean up to grab a mug and then make Grady a cup.

“Here you go.” I hear Beau coming into the kitchen, and he hands me a white robe. I look at him and then look at Grady who just rolls his lips and looks down at the paper in front of him.

“What is that?” I ask him and look down at my outfit. It’s shorts and a tank top. I’m even wearing a bra.

Beau comes closer and says, “It’s a robe,” under his breath as he puts it around my shoulders. “In case you get splashed by the food.” I look at him.

“So cooking with a robe that is twice or maybe even three times my size is better than burning myself?”

“Yes.” He grabs his coffee and turns around to go sit next to Grady. “What do I need to tell you?”

I listen to him give his side of what happened while I put the robe on and roll the sleeves. I finish breakfast at the same time as Grady finishes taking the report. He joins us for breakfast, and I clean up as soon as they are both done. I’m closing the dishwasher when my phone rings again, and this time, I see it’s Jacob.

“Hello,” I say, looking over and seeing that it’s just after seven a.m.

“Hey,” he says, and I can hear music in the background. “Just letting you know that we are on our way back.”

“What? I thought you were going for a couple of days. Is everything okay?” My heart starts to pick up speed.

“Kallie isn’t feeling so hot,” he says. “She was throwing up all night, and then I think Ethan is catching it also.”

“Oh, no,” I say, sitting down. “Well, call me when you get home, and I’ll come and get Ethan from you.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, and I hear Ethan in the back shouting that he’s going to throw up. “I’ll call you back.”

I hang up the phone the same time Beau comes downstairs, and he’s dressed in black dress pants and a white button-down shirt. The cuffs are rolled up to his elbows, showing off the silver watch his grandfather gave him at graduation. “Who was on the phone?” he asks, running his hands through his hair. I wonder if it feels as soft and silky as it looks. He keeps it longer on the top so he can just brush it over.

“Jacob,” I say. “He’s on his way home. Kallie and Ethan are throwing up.”

He grimaces. “Gross.”