Suddenly Reunited. Loree Lough

      “For letting the dishes wait. Mozzarella cheese gets like concrete when it sits.”

      His earlier concerns that this might be a mistake—a big one—were blotted out by velvet sighs and fluttering hands that caressed his face, his shoulders, his back. Pulse pounding and heart hammering, he gave in to the moment, but not so completely that he didn’t hear those words ringing in his ears: “I hope I won’t be sorry in the morning.”