Chapter EighteenPaige
Paige closed the front door and hung up her coat. Tyler’s car was in the driveway, and the house was filled with the aroma of dinner from their favorite restaurant. She’d know that wonderful scent anywhere. Tyler had always been more of a “let’s grab a salad and sandwich at the deli” kind of guy, so it was obvious to her that he was working on an apology.
He wasn’t the only one.
She had run out of here without finding out why he felt that way about starting a family. Maybe hormones were making her overreact, but no matter what the reason, she owed him an apology. It had been childish for her to run away.
Tyler was standing in the kitchen holding a bottle of wine. A beautiful bunch of new flowers sat on the table in a vase. The way he was watching the hallway, he a
