Christine Flynn - The Housekeeper's Daughter

Her empty stomach took precedence over the list at the moment, however. Unfortunately, the fridge was nearly empty. Her mom usually ate at the main house with Olivia, and Addie rarely bothered to cook for herself. She didn’t mind eating alone, but she couldn’t see much point in messing up the kitchen for one person when the local grocery store stocked perfectly edible entrees in its freezer section.

The cottage freezer bore two Lean Cuisine dinners. Selecting one, reminding herself as she did that she needed to add shopping to her list, she popped it into the microwave, grabbed a handful of Oreo cookies for an appetizer and debated whether to take a shower before she ate or wait until after. Scott had a game tonight. There wouldn’t be time to meet him before it started, but they would go for coffee afterward. Decaf for her, espresso for him. She had no idea how he managed to sleep with all that caffeine in his system, but he wasn’t the only person she knew who seemed unaffected by what would have had her clinging to the ceiling all night. Gabe drank coffee as if it were water, too.

The thought caught her unscrewing a cookie.

Screwing it back, she set it beside the others on the counter. She had to stop thinking about him. There hadn’t been a day go by in the week since the wedding that she hadn’t found him creeping into her thoughts. She had thought of him often before. Frequently, in fact. But never the way she’d been thinking of him lately.

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