Chapter 36

Noelle

I'm quiet as we drive to Cal's house because I'm absolutely flabbergasted at what he's said he's done for me. I'm so used to going home at the end of the day by myself and picking up dinner on the way or putting something in the microwave. I don't even remember the last time someone made me dinner. It might've been a couple of years ago. I tend to work the holidays at the inn so that my employees can have time off with their families, and I celebrate at a later date.

Unfortunately that sometimes turns into meeting family at restaurants, and that means I still don't get that home-cooked meal. To know he went to this trouble? It's got me all kinds of emotional.