She long ago stopped feeling guilty about all the money Ethan had poured into it. The room was simply a dream. Too bad the reason behind her new kitchen was a nightmare. A man had almost died where she was standing. Shivering all over, she scurried over the spot to the fridge to grab the yogurt and milk. The only thing better was Ethan’s kitchen at his place. If they ever actually got married, it would be hers as well. Until then, this kitchen would do just fine. She skimmed her fingers over the sparkle in the light granite and admired the deep sink on her way to the island. After tossing a banana and a cup of blueberries in her blender along with the yogurt and milk, she set it all to whirl. “Good morning, beautiful.” Ethan strolled in, wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her cheek. She stopped the blender. “Good morning, sweetheart. You’re looking fine today.” Maybe she should ask him about their wedding plans, their nonexistent plans. She wanted nothing elaborate but she wanted to plan it with him.
