Chapter 3I’m lounging on the couch, another bottle of mulled wine warming over a tea light with Plan 9 From Outer Space playing on the TV when the knock finally comes on my door. It’s already close to nine pm and I’d been starting to wonder if he’d show up at all, but I guess the family obligations dragged out for longer than he expected.
I rise and force myself to walk like a normal person, quashing my urge to rush through the house, throw open the door, and fling my arms around him.
My breath catches in my throat when I let him in. He’s changed the suit for sweats and bundled up in a thick jacket with a rainbow-colored knitted scarf wound around his neck. He’s holding a container of what I assume are leftovers, but it’s his hair that steals all my attention. It’s still damp after a sho
