On Fire

He nuzzled his lips against her temple. “Anything left inside?”



“A couple boxes.” She glanced at her childhood home, now sporting a Realtor’s sign in the lawn. “I’m glad to be going, but I have fond memories of this house.”



“So do I,” he murmured, his mouth curving against her cheek.



She laughed softly, then jumped a little when he gathered her close and squeezed her tight.



“It’s good to hear you laugh, sweetheart.”



“I’m getting there.”



“We’re getting there.” He pushed his fingers into her hair and cupped her scalp. His blue eyes were clear and warm, filled with a tender heat that never failed to touch her deeply. “And we better get moving. We’re supposed to be at your parents’ house in a few hours.”



Placing her hand in his, Darcy whistled for Columbo. Together, they went into the house to gather the last of her things.