There was no reason not to join Edward for breakfast. He might have only invited her to join him during his daytime activities to assuage his guilt for lying to her in the past, but surely he hadn't shared breakfast with her for the same reason. “Good morning, Edward,” she said, gliding into the breakfast room. He stood, startled, almost as if he hadn't expected her to come downstairs for breakfast. Perhaps she was unwanted at breakfast, too. She turned to leave. “Stay,” he encouraged, his voice uneven. He cleared his throat and gestured to the sidebar. “I didn't mean to be so brusque, I was woolgathering when you entered and you caught me unawares.” She could only imagine what he'd been pondering. Likely it had to do with one of his various ongoing experiments. She pursed her lips and allowed him to fill her plate then bring it to the table for her. “Regina, I wanted to speak to you—”
