Two Plane Tickets to Savannah and the Sixty Day Marriage Agreement

warm air between us. He set one down near my hand, his thumb brushing my knuckles as he withdrew his hand.

“The roast needs another ten minutes,” he said, sitting down opposite me.

“That is fine,” I said. “It gives the tea time to steep.”

He wrapped his large, calloused hands around his mug, looking at me with a calm, attentive expression that I had not continue reading …