IT WAS GETTING DARK when they exited the building, and Lizzie shivered slightly. Donny wrapped his arm around her and hailed a cab for them.
“Back to your house?” he asked, and she nodded. They settled into the seat and Lizzie rested her head on Donny’s shoulder.
I like this, she realized. I feel safe with him.
Within twenty minutes, they’d arrived at her door and were walking into the living room.
“Would you like a drink?” she offered. “I don’t keep much stuff here at all, but I do have Maker’s Mark around here somewhere.”
“Sure, I’ll take one,” Donny replied as he shrugged off his jacket.
“Man, I wish this place had a fireplace,” Lizzie mentioned as she moved to the kitchen in search of suitable glasses. “That fire at the cabin was nice.”
“I know, right?” Donny chuckled. “Kept me
