After the food comas had worn off and the family had left, Derek and I started a fire and hunkered down on the couch for a well-deserved nap. “I’m glad I can spend the rest of the weekend with just you,” he said.
Before I’d even woken up, Liam had already raked the yard and was in his workshop refurbishing some chairs for his parents. I brought him out some coffee to reward his hard work and he took me into his arms. “You’re all the reward I need,” he whispered.
Mitchell had promised for some time to bring me to his favorite bakery, a hidden gem just outside the city. “It’s the perfect day for a picnic,” he said, “and high time I showed you where they make the best bread in the world.”