Nicholas POV:

"Who is she?"

My future wife. "Her name is Willow." How did I explain this? "She's… she's special to me." Kind of.

She moved back over to the stove, mixing the food around. "How long will Willow be staying?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. The knots of tension was killing me. I really needed a massage. When was the last time I had one?

I wondered what Willow's fingers would feel like on me.

"Nicholas?" Laura scooped the chicken and vegetables onto my plate, an inquisitive look ...