Sunday morning arrived before Megan knew it, and she was packing up her things for her trip that afternoon. Paul was feeling much better, although his cough lingered. The last two days had been interesting. She wasn’t sure what to make of Paul’s apparent one-eighty.
Okay, so not much had changed. It wasn’t as if he’d declared his undying love to her or anything, but he was different. When he’d joined her in the kitchen for dinner the night before, the wall that always seemed to separate them wasn’t there. Maybe it was only the lack of Chloe’s presence. Megan was trying not to read too much into it and get her hopes up.
“Are you about ready?”
Megan glanced up to see Paul’s figure framed in her doorway. He’d gone into work for a few hours the day before, but was staying home this morning
