Caleb licked his lips and swallowed down the lump in his throat. He looked up at Ashleigh, but she wouldn’t look at him.
“Come on, baby,” he whispered, reaching his hand out to hers. “Let’s go back to the room.”
She hesitated to take his hand, feeling embarrassed by her outburst.
“You’ve been saying that we need to talk,” he continued. “And I haven’t been listening.”
Ashleigh swallowed, lifting her hand to touch his. He took it gratefully and brought it to his lips, kissing her hand softly.
“Let’s go talk.”
Ashleigh nodded and led the way back to their room in silence. When they reached the door, they found a large catering tray with a note on it.
Ashleigh knelt down and picked up the note while Caleb picked up the tray before they went inside.
“Ash, I know you’ll be needing some fuel after that ride,” Ashleigh read from the note with a soft smile. “I followed the recipe you gave me, hope it turned out. Maeve.”
