The sun had begun to set, and the evening light was streaming through the kitchen window.

Max was busy preparing dinner, when he heard the front door open and close. He turned, a smile on his face, as he saw Nichole walk into the room.

"Hey!" he said, his tone warm and friendly. "I thought you were still angry at me.”

Nichole let out a small laugh, her eyes sparkling. "I figured it would be of no use to do so," she said, her tone playful.

"Okay, I’m making dinner," Max said, a small ...