Wanted by Her Lost Love

Once again, she’d been reminded of how much ofan idiot she was to come back here.But this morning she felt resigned to her fate. Aftera quick shower, she dressed and padded into theliving room where Ryan was already sitting typing ona laptop. He looked up when he heard her come in.“Breakfast is ready. I was waiting on you to eat.”Wordlessly, she followed him into the kitchenwhere she saw a table set for two. Taking a platteroff the warmer, he carried it over to the table andbegan spooning healthy portions of eggs, toast andham onto their plates.As she sat down, she was forced to admit thatshe felt better than she had in weeks. She hadcertainly gotten more rest in the past twenty-fourhours than she had in a long time.“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked ashe took a seat across from her.“Fine,” she mumbled around a mouthful of egg.Her appetite was coming back and sheconcentrated on the delicious food in front of her.This whole thing was weird. The ultrapoliteness.The cozy breakfast for two. It was so awkward thatshe wanted to go back to the bedroom and crawl