Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Isabella’s POV

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For a handful of stolen minutes that morning, I almost forgot how to breathe carefully.

I balanced the tray against my hip and pushed the bedroom door open, the scent of warm chocolate pancakes. curling through the air. Dominic was half-reclined against the headboard with Mateo sprawled beside him like he belonged there. Like this was normal. Like this was home. Mateo’s head snapped up at the sound of me entering.

“PANCAKES!” he announced loudly.