She pulled into Tyler’s drive and got out with no hesitation. She did hesitate at the door, wondering if she should really just walk in his house. He did tell her to but didn’t want to feel like she was intruding and overstepping. She slowly opened the door and stepped inside. “Hello?”
“In the kitchen, baby.”
Libby set her purse by the front door and found Tyler in front of the stove wearing only boxers. “Well, hi.”
“Hi, yourself. Are you hungry?”
“Starving. What are you making?”
“Chicken and rice.”
“Smells great! Thank you again for the flowers. You did not have to do that.”
“I wanted to and no need to thank me.” Tyler set the spoon on the counter and walked over to Libby taking her in his arms. “God, you feel so good.”
Libby blushed and buried her head in his chest. “Thanks.”
