“Would you like some soup and coffee?” he asked. “We need to get you warmed up, if you’re up to it.”
“I am hungry.” She sounded surprised. “Thank you.”
He left her for the kitchen, glad for the time away from her. He still felt a bit off balance by her resemblance to Rosemary, and, if he were honest with himself, her unexpected beauty. His body had taken in more input than his brain could process, but the main gist of it was basically, wow.
He put water in the coffeepot, started heat under it. Found a can of soup and dumped it in a pan. Maybe he should start dating again, just to let off some steam in his “wow” reflex.
He turned and found her standing in the doorway studying him with a seriousness that did nothing to relieve the pressure. She was taller than he’d expected from someone
