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something. Should I treat him like he was my husband, as if he’d returned from a routine business trip? Or should I act like he was a stranger? Because it felt like he was.
    There was no handbook for this—welcoming a long-missing husband with amnesia back into one’s life.
    Colin crossed into the living room, motioning for Caleb to join him. Although it gave me some breathing room in the kitchen, the open floorplan meant they were still in my line of vision as I fed Charlotte.
    When she was done eating her avocado, I scattered a small handful of oat cereal on her tray. She liked to nibble and play with the food, and I looked up at the two brothers, trying to quell my anger and confusion while my daughter busied herself.
    “Would either of you like breakfast? I’m happy to fix something.” I gently eased Charlotte’s hand away from her nose because I feared she was trying to stuff a piece of cereal up her nostril.
    Colin shook his head, but Caleb’s eyes met mine. “Yeah, I’m pretty hungry,” he said, adding quickly, “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble.”
    “No trouble at all.” Really, I wanted something to do other than stare at him. Avoid all the questions swirling in my mind.
    It didn’t take me long to make breakfast—dry toast, two eggs sunny-side up, pepper, no salt, and a single slice of cantaloupe, as Caleb always liked—and I set the plate on the island counter. “Caleb,” I said quietly, looking down at the food.
    “Oh! Thank you. It’s very kind of you.”
    My heart sank with each formal word that spilled from his lips. I set a napkin and utensils next to the plate, and he pulled out the stool at the island.
    “Wow.” His voice was tender.
    “What?”
    “I haven’t had eggs like this since…well, I don’t know when. In Brazil, they ate cheese and fruit for breakfast and…” He trailed off.
    “I know how you like your eggs because I made them for you for years,” I replied.
    He stared at me blankly. And that’s when I realized: anger was pointless. I had to try hard to let it go. His confusion, his questions about Charlotte and me, everything—it was all due to his amnesia. A factor beyond my control.
    Caleb sat, then ate mouthful after mouthful. “Wow.” He looked up as I set a mug of coffee in front of him.
    “Thanks, I like my coffee with—”
    “Organic, grass-fed butter,” I interrupted him, reciting what he’d told me throughout our relationship. “Bulletproof coffee. Gives you energy from fat rather than carbohydrates. You always called it a ‘high-performance blend of caffeine.’ I always called it gross.”
    He took a sip and groaned. I swear I got a little wet by hearing him emit a noise of pleasure, and I sucked in a breath. In the old days, such a groan would’ve earned him a kiss. Or more.
    “Oh, God, thank you, Emma. Not gross. This is heavenly.” Once again, his eyes lingered on mine.
    “You don’t have to keep thanking me. I’m your…” It seemed like all our sentences were difficult to complete this morning.
    Caleb focused on me, and his mouth suddenly twisted, sending my stomach to the floor. “Speaking of that, I think we’re going to need to have a long discussion. I’m going to the office with Colin for an hour or two this morning, and then I have a doctor’s appointment. I’ll probably want to rest afterward. Would you have dinner with me this evening? Maybe we can hash some things out together then. I’m sure Laura will take care of Charlotte for the evening. We can go somewhere nice.”
    I scowled at his matter-of-fact tone. “Do you want to be seen in public so soon after getting back? Don’t you think reporters will stalk you? Are you ready for that?”
    He fixed a thoughtful gaze on me. “Good point. We should stay in. I’ll have Tom make something for us. Where is he, anyway? He’s usually here by now.”
    Colin cleared his throat and rose from the sofa. “Caleb, Tom isn’t your chef anymore.”
    Caleb glanced at his