Ryan’s door as I was leaving for the grocery store, after firing off a quick text to Seb to let him know we’d met at a coffee shop near his garage in case my uncle mentioned it. I’d been so caught up talking about our attraction I’d forgotten to fill him in on our cover story. “Well, good morning, sweetie,” Mrs. Ryan said with her signature smile. “What brings you by?” “Two things, actually,” I said, stepping into her cozy apartment. Even though it was small, she’d furnished it with the things she obviously treasured most from the home she’d shared with her family. It was so warm and welcoming that just being there made me feel good. “I was going to the store and wanted to know if you needed anything.” “Isn’t that nice. Do you have time for a coffee before you go?” I always made time for Mrs. Ryan, even when I was running late. Plus, the extra time would allow me to ease into the dinner invitation in case she needed a little convincing. “Sure. Thanks.”
