Later in the afternoon Lita arrived back home and pondered the word. At some point, in the last couple of weeks, Diarmid’s place had become to feel like home. She rarely went to her father’s place and only spent two nights since the cabin at her own place.
She dropped her keys on the counter and went looking for Diarmid. There was no sound coming from the gym and decided he must be hard at work. She entered his office and saw all the lights off, fireplace off and computer sitting untouched. It was a Monday and he’d taken Friday off and while he had worked over the weekend, he hadn’t left her side. He’d hugged her while she’d cried it out, he’d watched her while she danced it out and he loved when her she was needing nothing more than just physical release. Her nose scrunched up in surpris
