“Time to wake up, Elle,” Caine gently coaxed. “Dinner time.”
Eleanor stirred, looking up at him. She smiled, “I’m sorry. I fell asleep again.”
“No need to be sorry. I wanted you to rest,” Caine said, sliding a table closer to her.
Its bent legs tucked under the sofa, allowing it to hover over her lap so she could eat without needing to move. Once it was in place, he went back to the kitchen to retrieve their dinner: spaghetti and garlic bread. Bear whined, raising his head as his nose twitched with enticing smells.
“Nah-huh,” Caine frowned, gesturing to the dog bowl he had set out beside the water dish. “Your food is in the kitchen, mutt.”
Eleanor chuckled.
“Is water still okay or do you want something else?” Caine asked. “I have soda, orange juice.”
“Soda will be fine,” Eleanor
