“Do you know each other?”
Emily stood there smiling, holding a man’s hand behind her. He stepped forward and my brain shut down.
Same brown eyes. Same jawline. Older, but absolutely him.
“Brand?” I whispered.
Her eyes widened. “Lena?”
Emily blinked between us. “Wait. Do you know each other?”
“You could say that,” I said firmly. “Emily, take her coat. Mark, cook. Now.”
“Are you questioning my boyfriend?”
