In her hurry to get home, pulling on her outerwear seemed to take forever. As Riley pulled off her flats and replaced them with snow boots, Russell said, “Did something happen?”
“I ran into Grandmother Carroll,” Riley replied. She shoved her shoes in her satchel and reached for her coat.
“Sorry.” Russell winced and helped her pull up the zipper.
“I'm surprised, in the Twenty-First Century,” Riley continued as she settled her knitted cap on her head and began shoving her hands into fat and puffy gloves, “that a couple living together would cause anyone to raise an eyebrow. I thought you said people were open-minded here.”
Russell moved faster than she would have thought possible, especially given his size. Between one breath and the next he had her face in his hand and was kissing her a
