Electricity travels up my arm.
Bella pulls back.
Too quickly.
"Sorry," I mutter.
"It's fine," she says, getting up. "I'm glad our girl is better this morning."
"Me too." I tickle Mase, and she giggles again. "Daddy's cutie."
"You got her while I take a shower?"
"Sure." I glance up. "You don't have to rush out. I'll behave."
"It's not tha—"
"Yeah, it is," I interrupt softly. "I've concluded that maybe old Bella won't return."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize." I'm firm. "That doesn't mean this Bella—you—can't fall in love with me again."
Head tilt.
Pensive eyes.
She retreats.