“Hi, yourself," Jake said.
Chelsea opened the door and he handed her a bouquet of daisies. Chelsea figured her grin split her face. She couldn't help it. “You remembered." She stared at her favorite flowers.
Jake looked proud of himself. “Some things you never forget."
Chelsea took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. He put the wine on the table. Tugging her close, he planted a warm kiss. Smiling she squeezed his hand before letting go.
“Beer? Or should we open the wine?" she asked.
He surveyed the place settings and nodded his approval. “Which ever you want."
“Wine, then," she said, feeling the need to calm herself down. He looked good in her kitchen. As if he belonged. The thought warmed and scared her. What was she doing?
He stood with his hands in the pockets of his khak
