His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker.-Chapter 654 What is going on with you two?

Bella stabbed her fork into a piece of fruit, her cheeks burning, her eyes fixed on her plate like it held the secrets to the universe. The morning light streamed through the windows, warm and golden, making everything look soft and peaceful. But inside, Bella’s heart was racing. Her body was still humming from the morning, still aching in the most delicious way, still remembering every single thing Leo had done to her.

Across the table, Jay was telling some long story about a delivery driver who got lost and ended up in the wrong city. He waved his fork around for emphasis, his voice animated, his eyes wide. Jace nodded along, occasionally interjecting with questions that made no sense—like "Did he have a map?" and "Was his GPS broken?" Neither of them noticed the way Bella’s hand trembled slightly when she lifted her coffee cup. Neither of them noticed the way Leo was watching her.

But Bella noticed.

She felt his gaze like a touch, warm and heavy, sliding over her face, her neck, the curve of her shoulder where her sweater had slipped. It made her skin prickle, made her want to squirm in her seat. She kept her eyes down, her jaw tight, her body still humming from the morning.

She had barely made it to the table. Her legs were still weak. Her lips were still swollen.

He sat beside her, close enough that their elbows brushed when he reached for his coffee. His hair was still slightly damp from the shower, pushed back from his face, showing the sharp line of his jaw. His dark shirt was fitted across his broad shoulders, the top two buttons undone just enough to show a hint of his collarbone. He looked calm and peaceful.

She knew better.

He leaned toward her, his shoulder brushing hers, his breath warm against her ear. She felt the heat of him, the familiar scent of his cologne, the way his presence seemed to fill all the space around her.

"Morning s*x is the best, don’t you think?"

His voice was low, smooth, dripping with something that made her stomach flip. He said it like he was commenting on the weather. Like he hadn’t just spent the last hour inside her. Like he wasn’t the reason she was wearing a sweater with a high neck to hide the marks on her throat.

Bella’s fork clinked against her plate.

Her face went red... The kind of red that started at her chest and crawled up her neck and flooded her cheeks and made her ears burn. She could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

She turned her head slowly, glaring at him.

He smirked.

"Look at you," he murmured, so low only she could hear. "All flushed. Can’t even look at me."

"I’m looking at you right now."

"You’re glaring. There’s a difference."

She wanted to smack him. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted to disappear under the table.

Across the table, Jay paused mid-sentence, looking between them. "What? What did I miss?"

"Nothing," Bella said quickly, her voice too high.

"Leo said something," Jace said, his eyes narrowing. "I saw his lips move."

"He was asking about the sugar," Bella said.

"The sugar is right in front of him."

"He’s blind."

Leo chuckled, low and quiet, and reached for the sugar bowl. His hand brushed hers as he pulled it closer, his fingers lingering for just a moment against her skin. "Thank you, dear."

The word "dear" had never sounded so dangerous.

Bella wanted to throw her fork at him.

Jay squinted at Leo, then at Bella, then back at Leo. "You two are being weird."

"We’re always weird," Leo said smoothly, stirring sugar into his coffee.

"No, this is a new kind of weird." Jay pointed his fork at Bella. "Her face is the color of a tomato."

"The room is warm."

"It’s sixty-eight degrees."

"The sun is bright."

"It’s cloudy."

Bella grabbed her coffee and took a long sip, avoiding eye contact with everyone. The mug was warm against her palms, grounding her.

His hand landed on her thigh under the table.

Warm and Heavy. His fingers spread wide, covering the top of her leg, his thumb tracing small, slow circles through the fabric of her jeans. Not high enough to be scandalous. Just high enough to make her pulse spike.

She choked on her coffee.

"You okay?" Jace asked, looking up from his toast.

"Fine," she managed, her voice strangled.

Leo’s thumb kept moving. Slow. Deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.

"You know," he said casually, taking a bite of his toast, "I was thinking about this morning."

Bella’s grip on her coffee mug tightened. "Were you?"

"Mm." He chewed, swallowed, took a sip of coffee.

"Leo."

"I’m just saying. It was a good morning."

She set her coffee down with shaking hands and glared at him again. He raised an eyebrow, innocent as a saint, and took another bite of toast.

Across the table, Jay had given up on figuring them out and launched into another story about a pigeon that had somehow gotten into his office. He was waving his hands around, imitating the bird’s frantic flapping.

Bella tried to focus on them. Tried to follow the story. Tried to ignore Leo’s hand on her thigh, the way his thumb was inching higher, the way his fingers were pressing into the inside of her leg.

His breath was warm against her ear again. "You’re squirming."

"I’m not."

"Your breathing changed."

"Yours would too if someone was touching you under the table."

"I’m not the one who came three times before breakfast."

She kicked him under the table Hard.

He didn’t even flinch. His hand stayed on her thigh, steady and warm, his thumb still tracing those maddening circles.

"I bet you’re still sensitive," he murmured. "I bet if I touched you right now, you’d—"

"Leo."

"What? I’m just making conversation."

"Your idea of conversation is inappropriate."

"Your face says otherwise."

She hated him. She loved him. She wanted to crawl under the table and hide.

Jay paused mid-story, looking at them again. "Okay, seriously. What is going on with you two?"

"Nothing," Bella and Leo said in unison.

Jay stared at them. Jace stared at them. Even the toast on Jace’s plate seemed to be staring.