January. Denver, Colorado.
It was the start of a new day but the end of a long, hard night for Matt. He should have headed home, but he didn’t. He didn’t like climbing the stairs to his apartment. He didn’t like looking at the window seat at the end of his hall and remembering Dani sitting there. He didn’t like opening the door and walking down the hall to where she’d danced wearing his robe, hated passing into a bedroom where she slept in his bed. He couldn’t escape her in the mountains or in the cabin that had been his refuge. She’d even stopped by the office before she left, bearing chocolate chips cookies and thanks for everyone who helped her—leaving the fresh scent of coconut behind.
She was everywhere he went.
She was in New Orleans, he reminded himself, where she wanted to be. G
