Chapter 4: First Night Home
Once inside the townhouse, Dan heads for the utility room to drop off his duffle bag in front of the washing machine while I make a beeline for the kitchen, where the wine is chilling in the fridge. My sister texts me back but I don’t even look at the message; I don’t need to get drawn into a petty argument with her now, not when every nerve and synapse of my body sings for my man. Let her pine for him all she wants, I think, taking two fluted glasses out of the cabinet and wiping them off with a dishcloth to get rid of the spots from the dishwasher. I’m the one he’s sleeping with tonight, not her.
As if thinking about him calls him to me, Dan ducks his head around the corner of the doorway to ask, “Hey, do I have time for a shower?”
“What?” I turn and give h
