“Yes. We can talk,” Darya nodded. Her eyes caught the silly little heart she’d drawn in the window and realized now why it was he’d smirked at her from the street. He’d been able to see it. She considered wiping it off but was too embarrassed to acknowledge it.
“I love you, babe.”
She didn’t say anything, staring down into the street.
“I’m sorry for last night.”
“You slept in the guest room.”
“You locked the door to the bedroom.”
“You could have opened it with your key.”
“I presumed since you locked it, you wanted me out of the room. I told you before, if you want space, I will give you space.”
“You stole my dog,” she muttered angrily.
“I couldn’t exactly tear her away from Butch. They’re BFFs now.”
“Hmph,” she mumbled with annoyance. He had an answer for everything.
He tapped
