A few minutes later, as he pulled out of her complex’s lot, Tim said, “So I take it you’re not seeing anyone.”
“No, I’m not. You’re who I want. There’s never been anyone but you.”
“Same here,” he told her earnestly. “I didn’t even bother to try. You’re who I want, too.”
He reached over and took her hand in his.
They rode in silence the rest of the way to Tim’s apartment, and Sarah gasped when she realized how close he’d been all along.
“When did you move here?” she asked as they parked.
He shrugged. “About a year ago, I guess, give or take.”
She followed him up to his front door, and as he turned the key in the lock, he heard her sniffling.
“Sarah. What’s wrong?” he asked as he stood aside and held the door open for her.
She stepped through into his living room and set down her ba
