I spend the next two days basically alone in the house while Riven and Danny go skiing. Then, just as fast as he waltzed into our lives, Danny is gone.
Riven gives him a ride to Salt Lake City airport on Sunday afternoon and comes back just in time for dinner. I didn’t want him to have to cook after the drive, so I ordered Chinese and have it ready on the table for us when he arrives.
No matter that I see him every day, the moment he walks into the house and removes his outdoor clothes, my heart jumps in my mouth.
His hair is ruffled from wearing a beanie, messy in a way I’m not used to seeing on him. I want to rake my hands through it and make it even messier. My stomach clenches with yearning.
Unaware of the sexy thoughts floating in my mind, Riven takes in the laid table and takeout
