She wouldn't stop looking at him, and even though it was just a photo, it was creeping him out. He drifted into the kitchen to escape her saccharine smile, but she was there too. There in the bright pink mugs and coordinating dish towels.

"What am I doing?"

This wasn't what he'd planned for at all, but like it or not, standing in his kitchen in bare feet and pajamas Ryan couldn't deny that he loved her. Actually, not just her. He loved his job too.

Sigh.

This was just so far from where he had imagined his life going...