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Seraphina’s POV 1
Caleb crouched down to Adrian's eye level with natural ease. “You have excellent manners, Adrian. Your mom
has toldso many wonderful things about you.”
That was all the encouragement Adrian needed. His shyness evaporated like morning mist as his face lit up with
delight.
“Do you want to see my room?” he asked with the kind of immediate trust that only children possessed. “I have
a really cool dinosaur collection, and Mr. Damien helpedorganize it by tperiods. The T-Rex is my favorite,
but the Triceratops is pretty cool too because it has three horns and-"
“Adrian,” | interrupted gently, laughing at his rapid-fire enthusiasm. “Maybe Caleb needs to get going. He has
business in the city, and-"
“Actually,” Caleb said, standing up but keeping his attention focused on Adrian, “I'd love to see your dinosaur
collection. I'm something of a paleontology enthusiast myself.”
Adrian's eyes went wide with excitement. “Really? Do you know about the Cretaceous period?”
“I do indeed,” Caleb replied with genuine interest. “Did you know that not all dinosaurs went extinct? Birds are
actually direct descendants of theropod dinosaurs.”
“Whoa!” Adrian grabbed Caleb’s hand without hesitation. “Con, | have to show you my Velociraptor! Mr.
Damien said they were really smart hunters, and they had these really sharp claws-"
| followed behind as Adrian dragged Caleb toward our apartment building, chattering nonstop about dinosaurs
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtand fossils and everything he’d apparently learned during his twith Damien. Watching Caleb patiently
answer every question and respond to Adrian's excitement with genuine enthusiasm, | felt a warmth spread
through my chest.
Once we reached my apartment, Adrian immediately launched into the grand tour, pulling Caleb from room to
room with the kind of
boundless energy that only five-year-olds possessed. | trailed behind.
“And this is my room!” Adrian announced, throwing open his bedroom door with theatrical flair. “Look!”
The sight of them sitting cross-legged on the floor, Adrian's small hands moving animatedly as he described the
hunting patterns of pack
raptors, made my throat tight with emotion.
“You know what?” Adrian said suddenly, his face brightening with inspiration. “You should stay for dinner!
Mommy makes the best
spaghetti, and we could watch a dinosaur documentary, and-"
“Adrian, | started, ready to explain why that might not be possible, but Caleb looked up atwith such hopeful
expression that the
words died in my throat.
“I would love to stay for dinner,” Caleb said simply. “If your mother doesn’t mind the company.”
The eager hope in Adrian’s eyes was impossible to resist. “Of course,” | heard myself saying. “I'd love to cook for
both of you.”
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Which is how | found myself in my small kitchen an hour later, stirring sauce while listening to Adrian and Caleb
debate the merits of different dinosaurs. Adrian had attached himself to Caleb like a barnacle, following him
around the apartment and chattering nonstop about everything from his favorite books to his all kinds of
thoughts.
“Mommy, can Caleb help us cook?” Adrian asked, appearing in the kitchen doorway with Caleb close behind.
“I'm actually pretty handy in the kitchen,” Caleb offered with that easy smile. “I make excellent garlic bread.”
“Please, Mommy?” Adrian added his most persuasive five-year-old expression. 1
Soon the three of us were working together in the kitchen, Adrian standing on a chair to help mix the salad while
Caleb sliced bread and
I managed the sauce. It felt surprisingly natural, like we'd done this dance many times before.
“Have you ever been married?” Adrian asked with typical childhood directness as he carefully tore lettuce
leaves.
“Adrian!” | protested, feeling heat rise in my cheeks. “That's a personal question.”
“It's okay,” Caleb said with a laugh. “No, | haven't been married, Adrian. I've been too busy working and taking
care of my parents to find the right person.”
“My mommy isn’t married either.” Adrian announced matter-of-factly.
| nearly dropped the spoon | was holding. “Adrian!”
The sound of the front door opening cut Adrian off mid-sentence. We all turned toward the hallway, and | felt my
heart do that familiar leap it always did when | knew Damien was near.
“Sera?” His voice carried through the apartment, warm with relief and something deeper that made my pulse
quicken. “You're back.”
“In the kitchen!” | called out, trying to keep my voice steady despite the way my entire body had suddenly come
alive at the sound of his
voice.
The footsteps approaching were familiar, measured, confident. Then Damien appeared in the kitchen doorway,
and the sight of him
made my breath catch in my throat despite everything that had happened between us.
He was still in his work clothes-dark slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms-but
his tie was missing and his hair looked like he'd been running his hands through it. His silver-blue eyes found
mine immediately, and the intensity of relief and something else-something hungry and possessive-made my
knees weak,
“Thank God,” he said quietly, his voice rough with emotion. “I was worried when-"
But his words cut off abruptly as his gaze shifted fromto Caleb, who was standing next to the counter with a
dish towel in his hands. The warmth in Damien’s expression disappeared instantly, replaced by something cold
and dangerous that made the temperature in the room drop several degrees.
“Who is this?”