Mike leaned away to see her face. “Danielle, you couldn’t possibly have that problem,” he admonished, punctuating his words with a firm grasp on her hips.
“Sometimes,” she murmured, her eyes dark. Her expression brightened. “I can’t wait to meet your former roommates, though!”
“You’ll really like them,” he promised.
They said goodnight and Mike returned to his apartment. Entering the living room, his eyes fell on a picture of Matt and Sarah and he smiled. His job was going well, Danielle resided in his life, and soon his best friends would be within driving distance again. All the fears he had entertained when moving to New Mexico seemed so far away, lost in the passage of time. His world had become whole again.
Arriving at Danielle’s after dinner, he discovered a delighted young woman
