Noah's hand froze in midair, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry. Did I startle you again?"

He glanced at the cup of milk in Yvonne's hand. "You shouldn't drink cold milk at night; it isn't good for you. Let me warm it up for you."

"It's fine." Yvonne nodded politely. "Thanks for the offer, but I'm used to drinking cold milk."

Noah smiled softly. "It's not a good habit to have."

"If you don't mind, I'm going back to my room. I don't want to leave Stephen alone for too long."

Before she could