The next day, Kay came home earlier than he usually did..... a rare surprise that instantly shifted the air in the apartment. I was in the kitchen, wiping down the counter when I heard the familiar jingle of his keys at the door, followed by his heavy footsteps.
He looked exhausted..... shirt slightly wrinkled, tie loosened, eyes carrying that quiet fatigue that comes from long hours and endless meetings. But , somehow, that boyish grin of his appeared, the one that had a way of melting the edges of my day.
“Smells like heaven in here,” he said, dropping his bag carelessly on the couch. He stretched, groaning a little, then inhaled deeply as the scent of dinner filled the air.
“What did you make?”
“Grilled chicken and mashed potatoes,” I replied, trying to sound casual. I’d spent an ho
