“It’s good to see you.” He relieved her of the bags and motioned with his head for her to precede him into his office. “Not as scenic as the courtyard, I’m afraid, but we will remain dry.”

The feeling of his warm lips lingered on her cheek as she stepped into his office and watched him set the bags on the coffee table. “I feel like we should be discussing Katie,” she said as she sat down on the same leather sofa she’d sat on a hundred times over the past year.

“We can if you’d like.” He lowered himself down beside her, his thigh pressing against the length of hers. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine, thanks to the pill. How late did we talk?” She leaned forward and began to empty the contents of the bags onto the coffee table, conscious of the feel and heat of his leg against her own.

“Twelve thirty or one. I didn’t look at the clock.”

“I’m sorry. I promise this isn’t permanent.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“You’re a saint.” She handed him a chicken panini.

“Far from a saint, I’m afraid.” He removed the foil covering his sandwich and raised his eyes to hers. “Is this a nice coincidence or did you remember?”

“That you had a chicken panini the first time I met you? I remembered.”

He breathed in the aroma of the sandwich, a smile lighting his features. “My favorite. Thank you.”

“Maybe you’ll even get to enjoy it while it’s still warm.”

“I don’t know. I have the same beautiful distraction sitting with me.”

She looked down at her own sandwich. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Maybe, although I know you are still very much a married woman, so I probably shouldn’t be.”

“He moved out. We’re separated.”

“You told him you loved him last night.”

She frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You were barely conscious and technically you told me, but you thought I was him. It was right after reminding me I had a dental appointment today.”

Her face heated. It was true. She’d texted Phil that morning to remind him of his dental appointment. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why—”

“Lina, it’s fine. You’ve been separated five days, and you were together a long time. I’m a big boy, and my eyes are wide open. And for now, for that reason and the reasons I gave you at my house last Saturday, we’re just friends.”

The dog sprinted across the yard, his long legs covering the forty yards Logan had thrown the ball in seconds. “Not so far,” Lina said. “He could run away.”

It was Friday afternoon, and Lina and Logan had just brought the dog home from a local shelter.