Chapter Eleven
There had been no sweet dreams. Only tossing and turning.
I had to see you….
Sweet dreams, Emma.
The nerve of him showing up, softening her with Dottie’s Special Breakfast and a side of sweet potato hash browns. Challenging her ideas, then in the next breath expanding on them. Asking about her travels, and regaling her with stories of his own. Of course Sterling would have a great sense of adventure. How could he not? Sleep finally claimed her in the wee hours of the morning. But at six a.m., she woke to the smell of bacon and eggs.
She padded out, bleary-eyed. Only copious amounts of coffee would help her now. She stopped short of the kitchen counter as the sight before her registered. “What in the world?”
Sterling stood at the stove, a dishtowel slung over his should
