Chapter 5

“It’s no trouble, though home-cooked would be better for you. Why don’t I make you something?”

My heart raced. “Y-You would do that? It’s totally not necessary.” Shut up, fool. Let him cook for you!

“I insist. Give me half an hour, okay?” He rang off and left me staring at my cell phone, wondering what on earth had just happened.

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It wasn’t yet thirty minutes and there came a knock on my door. I went to open it and just barely suppressed the longing that wanted to burst out of my chest at the sight of Gregory with grocery bags in his arms, here in my home, with me.

“May I come in?” he asked, eyebrow raised, probably because I was staring at him like an idiot.

Feeling five times a fool, I stepped back to allow him entry. “Sorry. Please, make yourself at home.” I pointed him toward the kitchen.