Deirdre stayed up late to watch Wyatt on TV, and that was when she knew she had a serious crush on the man. “Of course you do,” she muttered to herself as she got up with her empty coffee cup. She’d known that from the moment she’d met him.
He’d always made her heart pulse faster, and she liked that he was older than her by five years, had silver in his hair, and had held a steady job for years. She liked that she could see him on the television, and the way his uniform enunciated his tall, athletic figure, and the way his voice made her heart hum.
“Why did you turn him down on Friday?” Deirdre moaned as she put her coffee cup in the sink. Her routine included dishes in the morning, so she left the mug with the pot and pan she’d used to make dinner, and the plate she’d eaten it off of.
