Chance Encounter by Christi Whitson

Author:Christi Whitson [Whitson, Christi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

Ten

Kennedy

Mid-March

Week Seventeen

What the hell was I thinking? I wondered for the umpteenth time as I flustered about my kitchen. A hastily compiled playlist of relaxing songs was shuffling over the wireless sound system, but the music did little to improve my nerves. For reasons that now escaped me, I’d offered to cook dinner for Donovan on the only night he had off that week. I’d wanted to do something nice for him, not to mention change up our routine a little bit since he was always cooking for me. Now, however, I was seriously questioning my own logic.

While my meal of roasted potatoes, asparagus, and London broil smelled heavenly to me, I knew my cooking skills were nowhere near Donovan’s level. I mentally compared this meal to the ones he’d cooked for me so far, and I couldn’t help but feel woefully inept. Hopefully, it would taste as good as it smelled, even if it didn’t look anything like the artistic masterpieces Donovan had presented.

I peeked into the oven to check the progress of the steaks, and the rich, savory aroma of roasting meat saturated my apartment a little more. A growling noise from inside my stomach was accompanied by a slight flutter from much lower in my abdomen, and I patted the spot with a smile. It was getting a little easier to determine which sensations were caused by gas bubbles and which were truly fetal movements. They couldn’t be detected from the outside yet, but I felt a tiny thrill with every flutter.

A knock at the door sent my heart racing, and I shook my head in bemusement at my own reaction. It wasn’t that the sound had startled me, since I’d been expecting company. It was the knowledge of who was on the other side of that door. I didn’t bother trying to contain the smile I could feel curving my lips upward, nor the contented sigh that escaped them when I opened the door to see my visitor.

Boyfriend, I corrected inwardly. The word seemed too juvenile and inefficient in my opinion, but the English language was sorely lacking for better alternatives.

“Hey, baby,” Donovan said, gracing me with one of his sexy smiles as I let him in and shut the door behind him. He held up a small bag. “Normally, I’d have brought wine, but watching me drink it alone wouldn’t have been very fun for you. So, I brought dessert instead.”

“Perfect.”

I watched as he placed the bag on the foyer table and turned to wrap his arms around me. His lips found mine with remarkable ease, and we were lost in one another almost instantly. We’d spent time together only two days before, but it felt like much longer.

I’d gradually begun to adapt my work and sleep schedules to Donovan’s so we could have more time together. At a minimum, we texted and talked on the phone each day and spent a few hours together several times a week. I was surprised at how easily we’d found ways to fit into each other’s lives, particularly in his case.

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