The first thing I noticed when Rafe let me into the house was the smell of flowers.
“Did you cut some of Mila’s roses?” I asked as I followed him down the hall. If Mila could see this place now, she’d probably freak out, it was so clean. And her oldest son had cleaned it. Man!
“Yup. They’re on the table in the kitchen.”
“The scent is wonderful, but it’s not as good as what’s coming out of the oven.” I stopped by the refrigerator and crossed my arms on my chest. “Who did you bribe to cook for you?”
“The new cook at the diner. I owe him a favor, as a result, but it’s worth it.”
I shook my head and sat at the table. “Why are you going to all this trouble, Rafe? Is this a date?”
He didn’t answer me right away, busying himself with sharing out our food, then pouring sparkling cider into t
