15
Sara
As has been his habit all week, Peter picks me up after work, only instead of us going home or to the clinic, we drive to the bar where my band is performing tonight.
“Thank you so much for this,” I say between bites of the chicken pasta he brought for me to eat in the car. “Seriously, this is delicious.”
“You’re welcome.” His silver gaze is warm as he glances at me before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I can’t believe you had time to cook today. Weren’t the movers supposed to come?”
He grins. “Oh, didn’t I tell you? They came—and tonight we’re going to sleep at the new place.”
“What?” I almost choke on my pasta. “Are you serious?”
He nods. “I hired four guys, and they packed and moved everything in record time. I’ve already unpacked all th
