Lauren didn’t want to leave Trent’s house, and she wasn’t entirely sure why. But it felt wonderful and comfortable to be sitting in his kitchen, sipping coffee he’d made and poured for her.
He returned from waking Porter and said, “Did you want breakfast? I’m making eggs for Porter.”
She declined and slipped off her barstool. “I better head home and get ready for the day.”
“Yeah? What are you working on now?” He unhooked a pan from the rack hanging above the island.
“I just signed a new basement,” she said. “It’s huge too, from one of those massive houses out on the bluff.”
“That’s great.”
“Yeah, indoor job,” she said. “Though I am a bit worried about it running into our Christmas plans.”
Trent pulled open the fridge. “Go over those again with me?”
Lauren had told him at least thre
