“God, you’re an idiot.”
I chewed on a blueberry pancake and pointed my fork at him. “Learned from the best.”
“It’s a date, dufus. He has feelings for you. You’re in denial.”
I shook my head. “It’s just too hard to believe. After all this time? Come on.”
“It’s Rafe we’re talking about, remember? The guy who rarely ever admits he’s wrong about anything, or doesn’t get a clue until it smacks him in the face. You’ll see. If I’m wrong, I’ll cook for a month.”
I laughed. “You’re on!”
* * * *
The first thing I noticed when Rafe let me into the house was the smell of flowers.
“Did you cut some of Mila’s roses?” I asked as I followed him down the hall. If Mila could see this place now, she’d probably freak out, it was so clean. And her oldest son had cleaned it. Man!
“Yup. They’re on the t
