The meal wasn’t fancy, just lasagne and salad. Chloe could hold her own in the kitchen but she wasn’t a culinary genius by any stretch of the imagination. She checked on the lasagne in the oven and then turned to the fridge to take out the ingredients for the salad. She heard the shower start and smiled. There was something so very domestic about that sound. She knew she shouldn’t get her hopes up, but it was impossible not to. She could imagine the two of them living together as her ...