Warren knocked on the front door, then tried the knob, like the last message from Hayley had told him to do. The door swung inward, and he stepped inside.
“Where are you?” he called as he made sure the door latched and turned the deadbolt behind him. He didn’t like the idea of her home alone with the door unlocked where anyone could walk in.
“In here.”
He followed her voice to the back of the house and into the kitchen where he found her standing next to the stove, stirring something in a low, wide pan.
“I don’t know what you’re making, but it smells amazing.” He moved close, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and dropped a gentle kiss on her neck.
“I’ve got a spiced, roasted chicken, asparagus, and this is risotto. It still has a little while to cook. Why don’t you grab so
