Something childish in me wanted to just yell at Evan to go away when he knocked softly on my bedroom door early in the morning.
But I’m not a child. I slipped on a robe and opened the door. He was standing a few feet away in the hallway, looking sheepish.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said, shaking his head.
I frowned. “Good.” My voice came out sounding harsh and Evan blushed, turning his eyes to the ground. “Why don’t we go take a walk and get some coffee,” I said. “I’ll get dressed real quick and meet you downstairs, okay?”
He nodded and walked away as I closed my door again and did as promised, throwing on some jeans and a sweatshirt before following him down.
“The bakery?” Evan was by the front door, lacing up his running shoes. I nodded. And we were outside a minute later, w
