Imagine the day I had. Imagine how tired and snarky and out of sorts I was feeling. Then, imagine walking down the stairs into my apartment to the smell of dinner cooking, the sound of soft music playing, and to the sight of a broad-shouldered angel prepping a salad with a beaming smile on that handsomest of faces waiting for me.

All was forgiven as I went right to Crew and wrapped my arms around his chest, feeling his engulf me, the scent of lasagna mingling with his ...