She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Evan’s jeans were on the floor, along with the rest of their clothes. It wasn’t a dream. She smiled. Fridays were usually studio days, but she had asked Carly if they could take a break today. She needed time with Evan. She took a quick shower then headed downstairs to figure out what the plans for the day were. After grabbing a cup of coffee, she found him on the porch in one of the wooden rockers. “Hey.” She smiled. “Good morning. Care to join me?” She sat next to him, matching his rocking pace. “How did you sleep in your own bed last night?” He laughed. “Pretty much like a damn log.” He picked up her hand and squeezed it. “It’s nice to be home. I’m tired of that hotel suite and room service.” “I like having you home.” The house felt warmer, more alive with him in it.
