She took a bowl of popcorn into the living room, cuddled up on the sofa, and opened her book. It was a sappy romance. One where the hero sweeps the girl off her feet and they ride off into the sunset. Her favorite kind.Her parents always had a solid relationship. Her dad would often send her mom flowers for no reason at all. He’d take her on whirlwind weekend getaways, surprising her and not telling her the destination until they got to the airport. Her dad set the bar high when it came to romance. Every couple had problems and her parents were no exception, but they genuinely loved one another. Rosalie enjoyed watching them interact. Even after being together for thirty-two years, they were happy and very much in love.A quick knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She glanced at the clock on the mantel. It was close to eleven. Sage covered the game, and she and Nic were headed to Bennet’s after. Ryder hadn’t mentioned dropping by, so she wasn’t sure who it could be. The unexpected guest rapped on the door again, a little harder this time.
