Half a dozen chocolate cupcakes in one hand, a bottle of her favorite crappy wine in the other, and an engagement ring burning a hole in the inner pocket of his blazer, he let himself into their new home. “Cleo?” “In the kitchen!” The smell of paint lingered in the air, and stacks of precariously balanced boxes crowded the space. The house wasn’t huge, but it was theirs, and they’d both worked incredibly hard to be able to afford the down payment.
