I was in the middle of work when Reese showed up with a suitcase for the second time.
When I unlocked the door with a click that evening, a pair of unfamiliar shoes was sitting in the entryway. He heard the sound, walked out of the kitchen, and pulled me into a warm hug first thing.
"Hey, you're home."
I leaned against his chest, and for a second, words got stuck in my throat.
Back in the old days, I'd reheat soup over and over again, just hoping he'd stay long enough to have one meal with me. Now, here I was in a strange new city, and there was someone waiting for me to get off work.
He stayed for nine days.
Not every second was some fairy-tale romance. We bickered twice the first night over what temperature to set the heater at. He had to get up at the c***k of dawn for meetings, a
