As Summer rushed around the house gathering her things, she checked her watch for the hundredth time. “Darn it,” she muttered. “I’m going to be late.” Ethan strode into the room as he adjusted his tie. “You okay?” “Just late as usual.” “So? Just call Mark and tell him you’re running a few minutes behind. He’ll understand.” She knew he would, but at the same time, it frustrated her that she was so completely out of sorts lately. Between settling in and getting her things set up in Ethan’s home while still moving forward with designing a vacation home for them back in North Carolina, she was exhausted. “I just hate to make him wait.” “It’s fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Not hours.” “I suppose.” She pulled on her shoes and then stood up. “I just wish you were able to go with me.” He walked over and kissed her until he felt her relax.
