Chapter 6: Dinner Date
Reeta’s voice almost instantly comes through the tiny building speaker.
“Winter Fox. Is that you?”
Naomi smiles at the familiar nickname, feeling a rush of heat climb from her neck to her face. She pushes the button to speak again.
“Yes, Naomi here. Please open the front door—it’s getting a bit chilly out here.”
“Of course. Come up to second floor, apartment five.”
Naomi hears the door lock click and gives it a push. In the warm hallway, she takes off her gloves and hat, fluffing her hair out of its “hat hair” state.
Arriving at number five, Naomi gives herself last minute instructions.
It’s just a friendly dinner, nothing more. One spontaneous kiss doesn’t make a romance.
Just as she finishes this piece of self-advice, the door flings open widely, revealing
