Chapter Twenty-Six
Standing out front of her door, I shifted from foot to foot.
The sounds of a vacuum cleaner running and the low hum of music trickling through the solid oak door in front of me. I shifted the grocery bags to one hand before finally bringing my fist up to tap on the door. My palms were sweaty as the vacuum turned off and the music did too.
Silly woman, she didn’t need to vacuum her house. I was just happy to spend time with her. The door swung open and my breath caught in my throat. I’d thought she was stunning at work, with her heels and tight skirts. Now in a simple pair of jeans with an oversized t-shirt. Her face scrubbed clean of make up. She was gorgeous. She dragged a hand through her damp hair as our eyes met.
“Hi Louis.” She said with a smile as she opened
