A few nights later, Mitch came home from a full day of training. He hurt all over, and he was so looking forward to spending the night on the sofa with Reena. He unlocked the door and saw her in the kitchen pouring hot water into a teapot. She turned around and as usual, his whole body wanted to keep on walking right over to her, take her in his arms.
Reena smiled at him. “Hey. How are you doing?”
“Sore.” He set the containers of Chinese food on the coffee table. “Simon damn near killed me today.”
Reena ignored the mention of Simon’s name and kept struggling to open the bottle of chili sauce. “You hungry?”
“Starved.” He came into the kitchen, took the sauce from her without a word, popped it open, handed it back. “You?”
“Uh-huh.” She glanced at his hands and winced. “Ouch. You want an
