One good thing about being busy at work all day was I forgot all about my dilemma—was it a dilemma?—at home. The first thing I noticed as I approached my apartment was the sound of classic rock leaking faintly out to the landing. Queen? It wasn’t from my collection—which was mostly indie and folk music—but I liked the genre well enough and listened to it sometimes.
When I opened the door, I detected a faint lingering smell of coffee, mingled with eau de beef stew, and the aroma of baked goods. Broken-down empty boxes were stacked next to the door. Someone had been productive today.
Was it laughable that I breathed a sigh of relief upon discovering Wes was fully dressed when I stepped into the kitchen? Although it didn’t help that he stood with a hip leaning against the counter, eyeing an
