I make my way to the kitchen to start coffee. I’m still shaken up and think the hot drink will help. The aroma of dark roast floats toward my nose as I scoop grounds into the metal filter already in the machine. “You look good in my kitchen.” I turn to Berch’s smile and give him a pout. “And you looked good naked.” He raises his eyebrows at me as he slinks in my direction. “I’ll bet you do, too.” I grin and shake my head before flipping on the water to fill the carafe. “I’m not sure what to do with the flirty version of you.” Hot breath tickles the back of my neck, and he leans down to whisper, “Anything you want.” He plants little kisses on shoulders that are mostly bare with just my tank top. What I want? I thought it was a super-successful career, but that was before Berch said he wanted me. He could have died today. And if he had, I would have wanted to die along with him. Even if I returned to the city and got a fancy investment job, would I be happy without the love of my life?
