‘Thanks for taking me today.’ Ebony took off her shoes and put them at the foot of the stairs to take up with her the next time she went to the bedroom.
Brad put his shoes next to hers, put the car keys on the hooks she’d organised near the garage door, and slumped on the couch. ‘It was a nice afternoon. I’ve never spent that much time with my uncle, let alone eating with him when it wasn’t a big family affair.’
‘Going up there today reiterated my qualms about staying here.’ Ebony sat in the chair opposite the couch. ‘We need to talk.’
‘I’m listening.’ Brad sat up straight, crossed his legs, and looked at the woman who had changed his life so dramatically.
‘I have strong feelings for you, Brad, but I don’t love you anymore. And although I enjoy the writing group and like the café, it’s
