CHAPTER 25
IN ADLER HOUSE, I’d almost finished setting the table for lunch. Nick had complimented my fajitas last time I made them, and this time, I made sure to buy extra guacamole because he’d covered them in it. I held a tea towel, ready to take the chicken and vegetables out of the oven as soon as he got downstairs.
I’d flown back to reality a few days earlier. Or, should I say, my new reality, which was still so unbelievable I pinched myself every day. Nick had acted like the perfect gentleman on the trip, carrying my bag at the airport and stopping me from going through the wrong gate, but now things had changed. There were no more massages and no more dances. It was as if I’d dreamed that night, but I sure wasn’t imagining the distance between us since our return to Virginia.
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