Chapter 66

Sara

The next morning, Ian brought more than just a rug for the living room. He brought a few decorations and more groceries too. All of her favorite foods were pulled from grocery bags one by one, including more butterscotch candies.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” Sara said.

Ian glanced at her with a smirk. “Yes, I did.”

She pulled the contents from the next bag. “You brought pancakes too?” The tray was from The Line, her favorite diner in town. He’d been stopping by there a lot this week.

“Of course.”

“You know I can cook, right?”

Ian chuckled. “I know you’re a good cook. I just don’t want you to cook if you don’t have to.”

She felt a rush of warmth in her chest. This was the Ian she’d known, and her heart didn’t ache so badly now that he wasn’t throwing darts at her. He knew that she’d spent her childhood taking care of a dad who hadn’t appreciated her. Cooking had always been a chore to her—something else that had to be done.

They sat down across from each other at the small, w