After Chel left, I started on laundry, while waiting for Noah to return from the softball game. Noah didn’t have a washer and dryer in his apartment and he dropped off his dirty clothes twice a week. I didn’t complain since Noah cooked and he was a good one.
One of the shirts I picked up was the shirt I wore home from the hospital. I started loading up the dishwasher when I heard a knock at the door.
I checked the view through the peephole and opened the door.
“Jessica?”
“Hi, Jake. I hope I’m not intruding. I called your office and was told you wouldn’t return for a couple of days.”
“Yeah, I’ve been working from home.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sure,” I said. I walked her over to the couch. I saw her pan her gaze around, checking out the apartment. She had a mansion full of antiques, but I
