Noah turns Sabrina in his arms so she’s facing us, and he rests his chin on top of her shoulder. “Did you ladies have a good day?”
“It was a wonderful day. I’m so happy Sabrina asked us to come.” Whimsy kisses my brother on his cheek and he grins, pulling her onto his lap.
I feel a burn searing into the side of my face, and I know if I shift my gaze just slightly to the right, I’ll find Fisher watching me. I’m able to resist for a whole measly five-seconds before I make eye contact with him. He’s wearing a red baseball cap and when he catches my gaze, he takes it off, flipping it backwards and it’s such a simple, insignificant, thing but it has my stomach swooping with attraction.
I wish I could admit, even to myself, that I’m not still attracted to him, but it would be a lie. I’m not sure I’ll ever meet someone I find to be as handsome as he is.
“What about you, Ebba?”
“Huh?” I snap my gaze away from Fisher at the sound of Noah’s voice.
“Did you have a good day?”
“Oh.” I shake my head free of cobwebs. “Yes, it was lovely. Sabrina looks like a goddess in her dress and the bridesmaid dresses she chose for us are stunning.”
Noah grins at her, his thumb making lazy circles on her hip bone. “I can’t wait to see.”
“Just a few more weeks,” she says, her smile large enough to rival his.
They’re so sickeningly in love that it would be easy to be jealous, but I’m not. Love hasn’t worked out for me thus far, but I’m not completely jaded. My person is out there somewhere.
I just need to find him if he doesn’t find me first.
CHAPTER 6
EBBA
After tossingand turning one too many times, I shove the duvet off my body and slowly sit up. My feet sink into the plush rug, and I take a moment to ground myself before I scoop up my sweater and tug it on.
I’m not hungry, but I can’t help wondering if a snack would help me sleep better.
Our flight back home, thankfully, isn’t scheduled super early but I don’t want to be exhausted when I get on the plane later.
Familiar with the layout of Noah’s house now, I make my way downstairs as quietly as possible. I don’t like to go through people’s pantries and take food, but I know Noah and Sabrina would want me to help myself.
Perusing the shelves, I frown when nothing sticks out to me.
I plant my hands on my hips, peeking at the higher shelves. I notice there’s a stool in the corner to use to reach them.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
A scream rips out of me at the same time my whole-body curls in on itself and I drop to the ground.
“Whoa,” Fisher says, reaching down to offer me a hand. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t sneak up on women like that,” I scold, brushing his hand away.
“Sorry.” His cheeks redden in the soft glow of the light inside the pantry. “I said your name before. I thought you heard me.”
“Clearly not.” I brush my hands down my pajamas.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” he says, dropping his gaze to the ground.
It’s then that I realize not only is he bare chested and only in a pair of low hanging sweatpants but he’s wearing his glasses. I never thought glasses would turn me on, but when we were together there was something about seeing Fisher in his glasses in the evening that was sohotand it made him feel even more like mine because so few ever get to see him in them.
“You should wear your glasses more,” I blurt stupidly.
He looks up, flicking hair out of his eyes. “Huh?”