Heidi
At around 5:30 p.m., I hear a car outside, put down my book, and go to the window. It’s Alan’s Merc, and I watch Titus get out and wave goodbye before walking along the path to the cottage.
My stomach flutters. I haven’t heard from him since lunch, so I have no idea how his day has gone. I open the front door and smile as he approaches. He looks tired, although he smiles back when he sees me.”
“Hey,” I say, standing back to let him in.
“Hey, you.” He puts down his briefcase. Then, immediately, he pulls me into his arms, wraps them around me, and gives a long sigh. “I missed you,” he murmurs.
“I missed you, too.” I bury my face in his shoulder. “You smell so good.”
He sighs. “You smell of chocolate and mint.”
“Busted. I just had some After Eights.”
He chuckles. Lifting his hea
