Stefan parked at the curb in front of the smallest house on the street, a white ranch with a driveway only large enough for one car, tidy flower beds, and a brick walkway out front. Although it looked like nothing special, the building radiated a sense of home that caught Erin’s breath. She parked behind Stefan. He got out of his car and trotted over to her window, which she rolled down. “Park in the driveway,” he instructed. “I have a street parking permit and you don’t. I wouldn’t want you to end up with a ticket.” She didn’t expect to stay long enough to be ticketed for illegal parking, since most places only patrolled after midnight. Still, she appreciated his consideration. She nodded, and he stepped up onto the curb so she could pull into the driveway. Shutting off the engine, she studied the house with a strange feeling that she belonged there. That she had arrived home. Ridiculous. She didn’t know where things would go between them after tonight.
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