He smiled at me then, just before he lifted his mug of coffee to blow on it. Something inside me turned over, and I knew I was in trouble. Because I really did want to start ordering china patterns, or at least the emotional equivalent. Never mind that I had no idea what the rest of this day was going to bring, or how the hell we were really going to succeed at what seemed like an impossible task. All I seemed able to think about was how Paul made me feel in a way that no one had ever managed to do before, and how at the moment I really didn’t care what happened, just as long as I could be with him.
Luckily, he seemed to understand that I was in a contemplative mood — or maybe he thought I needed some time to recover from our unexpected encounter with my mother. Whatever the case, he ap
