“She could smell the coffee he’d made a mile away. She was dressed in what she’d worn last night. She would have loved to roll around in bed all day but she had to get home and take care of a few things. She smiled as she thought of last night. She had almost told him how she felt but she didn’t know how to say it. She’d never told a man that she was in love with him except Michael. Because she had never been in love before except for him. In lust, yes. Infatuated, yes. But real love, never. Eve...n if she felt comfortable, how was the best way to tell Rick? Did she just blurt it out over coffee? Did she wait until a romantic evening out? Or did she tell him in bed when it was just the two of them snuggling together? It was probably best not to say anything. Why did she have to be like this? She mentally shook her head. “I won’t think about it for now.” When she reached the kitchen she saw a clean mug sitting by the coffeepot like he’d told her there would be, and next to that was a jar with sugar and a small carton of half-and-half.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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