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He didn’t text. The next day came and went and my phone sat on my desk at work doing everything phones do except produce a message from a man with warm brown eyes and grey at his temples who had rinsed my coffee mug without being asked and walked out my front door with the…

He kissed me in the doorway like he’d been thinking about it since the bar. Maybe longer. His hands were on either side of my face – not grabbing, not performing, just holding, the warm specific pressure of someone who had decided this was worth his full attention and was giving it. His mouth was…

The bar was called Cutter’s and it had been called Cutter’s for thirty years and would probably be called Cutter’s for thirty more because this town did not change the names of things that were working, and Cutter’s worked – cold beer, decent wings, a television big enough to watch the game without squinting, and…

I’m sitting on the front porch with a coffee that’s going cold because it’s already warm enough out here that cold coffee is just coffee, and Logan’s truck is in the driveway, and the ring on my finger catches the morning light in a way that still surprises me three weeks in. I didn’t plan…