Sincere thanks go to SlvrTongueDevil and Leraye1 for helping me through a dry spell while finishing this chapter.
Adrienne
The mug she held in both hands was steaming, but it wasn't coffee that made Adrienne's face hot. "I saw you out here and thought maybe you'd like some coffee," Adrienne said as she glanced down. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl, breaking daddy's curfew by sneaking out to meet her boyfriend. "Down, girl," she thought to herself. "He's married."
Bret's broad grin was genuine. Damn, he felt good this morning. But Adrienne seemed almost embarrassed and shy. Once again, he briefly contemplated his new neighbor the way she had looked last night through the window. He shook himself out of the daydream. "Hey, want to come in and have coffee? I have a pot going, and I bet you haven't had time to get a subscription for the paper. You can read mine." Seeing her hesitate, he pressed on. "C'mon. . . you can take a look at my house, too, while you're at it, if you promise not to make 'girly' noises about the mess."
Bret's grin and boyish attitude was infectious. Adrienne smiled back at him and said, "Well okay, but just a cup and a quick scan of the paper. I've got a living room to paint and quite a bit more cleaning to do before the movers get here tomorrow. And I'm sure you have more to do than entertain the new kid on the block."
Bret resisted the urge to tell her how much pleasure "entertaining" her had brought him. For the next half hour, he also resisted numerous opportunities to touch Adrienne, refilling her coffee cup instead as they chatted like old friends at his kitchen table. His reward was her agreement to let him cook dinner for her that night, after each had taken care of their chores for the day.
Bret
Since the damned accountant had been late, things had taken longer at the office than he had anticipated, and Bret was late getting home from the grocery with the food for tonight's dinner. He had thought about getting candles β he had no idea where Cynthia kept them β but then decided that might scare Adrienne off for good. Better to just have some good music, he decided, and wondered what kind of music she liked as he looked through a stack of CDs. For the meantime, he decided on some classic rock to get his blood pumping as he got dinner ready.
He also needed to tidy up, and get the steaks marinating. The salad would be easy enough β thank god for the bagged stuff they sold in the produce section now. He had just finished making the marinade and wiping up the resulting mess when the doorbell rang. Bret glanced at the clock β he sure as hell hoped it wasn't Adrienne yet, he wasn't halfway through with his preparations.