Mia wandered out of the office when she smelled food.
“Hey,” she said. “Did you cook?”
Nick turned. “I did. Nothing fancy… just pasta and salad. Is that OK?”
“Are you kidding me? It sounds perfect.”
“OK, then. Pour yourself a glass of wine and go sit down.”
Mia sat at the table and watched him in the kitchen. He brought the food to the table and sat across from her, his gray eyes very dark in the candlelight.
“Thanks,” she said. “I don’t know how the whole day just got away from me like that.”
“So the writing is going well?"
“Yes, actually. Really well.”
“Tell me.”
They talked as they ate, their conversation easy and relaxed. Nick watched her face as she told him about her book, and he couldn’t think when she had last looked so animated and content.
Mia saw him looking at her. “
