Two Weeks Later
Her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee, Kelly curled up in the overstuffed armchair that sat in the corner of their hotel room. Taking a sip, she gazed out the window at the grey mist swirling outside. A smile tugged at her lips as she rested her mug on her thigh. Reaching over the side of the chair with her free hand, she picked up her tablet and opened up the romance she had started the night before. Sighing contentedly, she settled further into her chair.
A few minutes later, the door quietly swung open, drawing her attention. Setting her book down, her eyebrows knitted together as Tate stepped into the room, dripping wet.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Tate smiled as he slipped his wet running shoes off and placed them next to the door. “I hope I didn’t wake
