My phone buzzed in my coat pocket.

It was a text from Daniel confirming our dinner meeting at seven.

I pushed the phone back into my pocket without opening the message.

We walked back inside through the mudroom, leaving our shoes on the rubber mat.

“Let me make us something warm to drink,” he said.

He walked straight into the main kitchen and took two ceramic mugs down from the upper cabinet.

I sat on one of the tall wooden stools at the island and watched him move around the room.