Leia
It takes both of us to get the tree up in the corner of the living room, and my hands are all sticky with sap when we’re finished. Sterling smiles at me and squirts soap into my hands as we go over to the sink to wash up.
“The house is looking better already.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“What, you don’t?” he asks.
“No, I do,” I reply. “I’m just glad you do.”
I really am, and that surprises me. It’s not just physical, primal attraction between the two of us; I actually am happy that he’s pleased with how his house is turning out.
“Aren’t you sweet,” he remarks, kissing me on the forehead.
* * *
“There’s a lot more to do,” I say as I dry off my hands and go to the bags of things we brought home from the store. “And just so you know, there are no guarantees that this place will en
