"Yes. Your little cottage by the river about half a mile from here." He stood and tossed some money on the table. "Let's go."
Unwilling to argue with him about it, she sighed in resignation. He clearly knew where she lived. They might as well go there and enjoy a little more privacy than an outdoor cafe. "Lead the way," she said with a tight smile.
For the first time since she approached him, his smile appeared genuine. They walked from the river front into Aria's neighborhood. When they reached her cottage, she used her key to open the door and let him precede her inside.
In the main room, she gestured in the general direction of the fireplace. There, in a cozy circle around a low table, sat a couch the color of the Oregon evergreens accented with cranberry colored pillows and a wing b
