Sunday Morning, 8:17 AM

Eva’s POV

I woke to the smell of coffee.

Not just any coffee the specific dark roast blend I preferred. The one I’d mentioned to Claire once in passing while Cole happened to be doing a store inspection.

Of course he remembered, I thought, pulling on my robe. He remembers everything except how to be warm.

But last night, he’d held my hand. He’d agreed to try.

Friends, we’d said. As if friendship were a safe middle ground between strangers and something ...