Willow asked the question casually, the way she asked most things these days, without loading it with expectation.
"Do you want to grab a quick lunch," she said, leaning against the kitchen counter while Zane rinsed a bottle in the sink. "Nothing fancy. Just something easy."
He glanced over his shoulder, considering it. The morning had moved gently, without friction. The house felt settled, the kind of quiet that came from routines holding instead of stretching. Zana was upstairs with the nanny, bath time in progress, her delighted shrieks echoing faintly through the house as water splashed against tile.
"I was planning on leftovers," he said. "But lunch out sounds better."
Willow smiled. "Good. I also need to stop by the mall. Just a quick errand."
He turned off the tap and dried his hands. "What kind of errand?"
"I dropped off my grandmother's bracelet a couple of days ago. The clasp needed fixing. They said it would be ready today."
