Chapter Twenty-Six
I step out of the car just as a soft autumn breeze rustles the leaves in the trees and teases the hem of my dress. I look down, holding the material against my thigh, and when I look up, Christopher is standing on the front porch. He’s wearing a black V-neck sweater and slim-cut gray slacks, his hands clasped in front of him.
I barely hear Derrick drive off as I approach the porch, walking up the stairs and holding the railing tightly to steady my nerves. Christopher takes my hand at the top of the stairs and plants a delicate kiss on my wrist. “Mmm,” he says, inhaling deeply, “you smell as amazing as you look.”
“I thought you were working late,” is all I can manage in reply.
“I was, but not at the office.” He takes my hand then opens the screen door and leads me ins
