Mira stored the final dish towel and put it on the counter. The kitchen was quiet now, the clinking of plates and cutlery muted. She reached for her coat, fingers passing over the sleeve of her sweater as she headed for the door.
Wait," Thane said, stepping into the small foyer. He shoved a piece of his dark hair behind his ear and folded his arms. "It's too late to drive anywhere."
Mira lingered, her foot still outside the door. "I thank you, but really," she said in a soft voice, "I have to get home.".
Thane shook his head, lips curving in that half-grin that used to make her heart skip. “No cabs. No ride-shares. The roads are slick, and a certain someone has an early school visit tomorrow.”
She glanced at him, eyebrows lifting. “You remembered?”
He nodded. “Of course. You’re import
