Chapter 86. Slightly Burnt Breakfast

Calla sat quietly in the back seat as Fabio drove through the calm morning streets. Sunlight spilled over the buildings and cars passed by in a slow, steady flow, but she barely noticed any of it. Her mind was far away, stuck on one person and one person only.

Rico.

The way he had looked at her. The way he had touched her hair so carefully, like she was something fragile. The way his voice softened when he asked if she was hurting. None of it made sense to her. Rico wasn’t meant to be gentle. He wasn’t meant to care.

And yet… he did.

She shifted in her seat, hugging her arms around herself as the memory of his hand on her wrist replayed in her head. The concern in his eyes had felt too real. It left her confused and uneasy in a way she couldn’t explain.

Could he be developing feelings for her? That was impossible. She shook that thought away, almost laughing at how dumb her thoughts were.

Fabio slowed as they pulled into her street. The familiar s