Chapter Twenty-One ~ Reardon
When I’d received the text from Chloe asking me to stop by her house, I was elated. I’d been trying to give her space, and who was I kidding, trying to wrap my head around what had happened at the bar that night.
I’d been just about ready to reach out myself, when she did.
I arrived with a bottle of wine in one hand and a fresh loaf of bread from the local bakery in the other. As my mama had taught me, you never show up to someone’s home empty-handed, especially when they just moved in.
The door opened and the site of Chloe momentarily took my breath away.
Her hair was down, her face fresh and free of makeup, and she had a cleaning rag in her hand.
“Hey,” she said easily, and the knot that had taken up residence in my stomach eased.
“Hi,” I replied, then
