Chapter 50
I’d expected to have to hop into a car and drive for hours to find him, but five minutes of walking instead brought me back to my own cottage door. The building had been cold, dark, and empty when I left it hours earlier. But now the windows were lit cheerily against the evening, while my nose informed me that something sweet and chocolate had recently been pulled off the stove.
“I’ve been thinking about hyphenation,” Sebastien greeted me as I turned the door knob and slipped inside my own residence. His long, lean body butted up against the counter, the silliest ruffled apron I’d ever seen tied around his waist.
“Hyphenation?” I managed, the professor’s overwhelming presence confusing my usually willing tongue. Wishful dreams to the contrary, I’d assumed he stayed behind in
