10
As promised, Jeremy showed up at the cottage at a little after nine, a bag of donuts in one hand and a coffee for him and a hot tea for Sloane balanced in a cardboard carrier in the other. He had to nudge the doorbell with an elbow since he didn’t have any hands free. To his relief, she answered the door almost immediately, looking glowing and radiant in a pink wrap-style top and dark jeans.
“Come on in,” she said, and stepped out of the way so he could go inside. He headed immediately for the round table in the cottage’s small dining area, and put the bag of donuts and the drinks down on one of the woven-straw placemats she’d set out.
“I ordered black tea, since I didn’t know what you wanted,” he told her, glad he had something commonplace to talk about. Just looking at her was enou
