He cracked a few jokes, which she'd laughed at. It was enjoyable. He could never have foreseen what would take place next, or at least several months down the line.

He was a little surprised when he entered her home. He never had a chance to see it as a child. She didn't ask him inside, and it was not like he was a regular visitor to Dorcas's.

He shut the door behind him, stuck the keys in his pocket, and breathed in.

It smelled like her.

Fresh.

Open.

Warm.

He did not wish to consider her warm. ...