Del climbed from Nick’s bed, basking in the warm afterglow of dawn lovemaking. He reached out and murmured her name, eyes still closed. Del kissed him, whispering for him to go back to sleep. She wanted to get home – to shower and change. To properly process the events of last night. She couldn’t do that here. Nick was way too much of a distraction. After work she’d head straight back to Westbrook so they could announce their engagement to his parents. It would be a magical Saturday night – a true celebration.
Del dressed and tiptoed from the cottage, relieved to have a reasonably clear head after all the celebratory glasses of champagne. Don’t count your chickens, she told herself. Hangovers could kick in later. She glanced skywards as she hurried to her car. The day should be brightenin
