“Hey,” Ryan said, snapping her out of her daze. “You okay?” She turned to the sink and nodded sternly. “Fine,” she said. “Just tired.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Thanks for dinner,” he said. “You’re tops, Janey. Just swell!” Jane smirked and smacked him with a dish towel as he turned to join the others upstairs. “Idiot,” she murmured, turning on the tap.
Sweet home Alabama vibes
