Dinner over, Lizzie and Landon wound their way through the Seattle night back to her house. He followed her in, looking around. “Nice place,” he said.
“Thanks,” Lizzie responded. “Would you like a drink?”
“Sure, whatever you have,” Landon answered, setting down his suitcase just inside the living room doorway.
Lizzie poured two whiskeys, handed him one, and they settled side by side on the couch.
“So, I remember you told me about what happened with your ex,” he began. “Is it hard, staying here?”
“Yes,” she admitted aloud for the first time, and sighed. “To be honest, I haven’t even been back in the master bedroom since then. I went in long enough to grab all my stuff and moved into the guest room.” Her gaze wandered up the staircase where the room in question’s door could be easily se
