The door to Elle’s apartment opened, keys jingled. “Honey, I’m home.” Nix walked in with a huge smile on his face and his arms loaded with containers. Garlic, butter, and cheese smells combined and my stomach made an attempt to climb out of my mouth to wolf down the contents. Leaping from the couch, Elle clapped her hands together. “You’re a saint. I’m so hungry.” He kissed her, trapping her between him and the counter and setting the food he had in each hand down without even looking. “I told you to come down an hour ago.” His fingers trailed over her cheek.
