Letting Dean into her home was a risk. In the short time Elle had known him, she got the vibe that he didn't place much importance on others' wealth and material goods. But whilst she had hardly expected him to walk in and turn his nose up in disgust, he'd realise just how very different their backgrounds were, and it petrified her.
Allowing him over the threshold was daunting. It felt as though she was giving him a little piece of herself by showing him their empty and cramped house. What if he was horrified at the lack of furniture? Worse yet, what if he pitied her? She simply couldn't let him see her as a charity case.
"I'd love to come in for a coffee."
"Great," Elle said as she attempted to bat away her nerves. "I'll show you through to the kitchen."
The room looked at least a li
