guys.â
âDr. Lancasterâs really putting you to work, huh?â
âI donât mind. Believe it or not, Iâm a morning person.â
I pretend to grimace. âUgh.â
He laughs. âI know, right? But I like being up when the rest of the world is still sleeping. Itâs, I donât know, magical or something.â
âMagical,â I repeat, shaking my head. âTo me, the only good thing about getting up early is having the bathroom to myself.â
âThat is another perk,â he says. âThough I bet my morning routine is a lot more stripped-down than yours.â He sets the oven to preheat, then starts washing grapes in the sink,dropping them one by one into a colander. âThatâs the great thing about being a guy.â
I laugh.
âUm, so about yesterday . . .â He keeps methodically separating grapes from their stems, but I can see his shoulders tense up. âIâm glad you told Dr. Lancaster what happened. And thanks for telling her I wanted to run and get her immediately.â
âI promised I would,â I say quietly.
âI know. But thanks anyway for following through. I want to be here. Iâd hate to screw it up.â He tosses the stems in the garbage, swirls the grapes around in the colander one last time, and turns the faucet off. âAnd Iâm sorry, again, for that whole thing. For not being more careful with you.â Now he turns to face me, putting the dripping colander on a paper towel on the counter.
âItâs fine. I was . . .â I gulp. âI was a little bit of a basket case yesterday.â
âYou seemed okay to me. Until . . .â
âYeah, well.â Thatâs what I do. I seem okay, until .
âWas it anything I did? Was it what I said on Sunday?â
I shake my head, even though thatâs not entirely true. âItâs this whole thing. This place. IâmâIâm kind of a mess.â
Now itâs Andrewâs turn to shake his head. âNope. I donât accept that.â
âYou donât accept that Iâm a mess?â
âI do not. In fact, I think youâre pretty great.â
His wordsâand the sincere smile on his faceâalmostknock me over. I have to grip the sides of the stool to stay upright. âOh,â I say, my voice coming out weaker than I want it to. âThanks, I guess.â
âYouâre welcome. And just so you knowââ Andrew shuts his mouth abruptly as Dominic walks in. Heâs in plaid pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt, and his dark hair is sticking out in all directions.
âHey,â he says, yawning. âIâm starving. Whatâs for breakfast?â
Andrew snaps into action. âCinnamon rollsâabout to go in the oven. And thereâs fruit salad. Want to help? Itâll be ready faster if you do.â
âI guess,â Dominic says. âWhat do you need?â
Andrew sets him up slicing strawberries. Then he looks over to me. âCan you help me out by peeling some clementines?â
I nod, and he pushes the bowl my way.
âThanks,â he says.
âNo problem.â
âOh, and I shouldâve asked earlier. Do you drink coffee? I made a pot.â He points at the coffeemaker.
âSometimes.â The problem is, I like it light and sweetâand thatâs how the calories get in.
Andrew pulls a mug out of the cabinet. âIâll get you some. How do you take it?â
âBlack.â
When he hands me the steaming mug, our fingers brush. The brief touch gives me goose bumps up and downmy arms. I take a sip of the black coffee, trying not to cringe at the bitter liquid as it hits my taste buds. Then I get to work on the clementines.
Andrew puts the pastries in the oven. Within minutes, the smell of cinnamon sugar is overwhelming. Intoxicating.
I lift a peeled clementine to my nose. I breathe in the bright citrus scent. I tell
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