“We’ve got a kitchen most restaurants would kill for. “Great.”īlowing a wayward strand of hair off his face, he grinned at me. ” Cooking was one of Cary’s joys, but it wasn’t one of his talents. I’m breaking in the new kitchen for dinner.” “If I make it through the day, that’ll be worth celebrating.” “How about tomorrow after work?” I offered as a substitute. No matter his expression, he was a knockout. I fully expected his million-dollar face to appear on billboards and fashion magazines all over the world one day. “Walk fast, work out faster.” Cary’s perfectly executed arched brow made me laugh. “After I time the walk to work, I’m going to hit the gym.” “I don’t know if I’ll make it back in time.” I gestured at my yoga pants and fitted workout tank. We can hit a happy hour and be in by eight.” “I’m not talking about a bender,” he insisted. I might have resented that if he hadn’t been the dearest person on earth to me. Leanly built, dark-haired, and green-eyed, Cary was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life. We’d been unpacking for days, yet he still looked amazing. “Come on, Eva.” Cary sat on our new living room floor amid a half dozen moving boxes and flashed his winning smile. “I’m sure drinking the night before starting a new job is a bad idea.” I’d always considered it part of his charm.
Cary Taylor found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential.
I wasn’t surprised by my roommate’s emphatic pronouncement.
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