Mccallum Quintuplets (2002)
“Zach stared at her for a moment, then shut off the car. It wasn’t a conscious decision. He’d already decided he was going to drop her off and leave well enough alone.
Before he could change his mind, tell her he’d changed his mind, she was hopping out of the car, waiting for him on the small patio leading to her apartment.
“Big mistake, Beaumont,” he muttered, but got out of the car, pocketed the keys and followed.
“Oh, this weather is murder on my poor plants,” she commented as she unlocked the door and flipped on the light.
A profusion of flowers spilled out of colorful pots in her little courtyard. Inside, lush, thriving houseplants were everywhere. Rather than feeling cluttered, the apartment felt restful. Welcoming. His immediate impression was that this was the type of home where you could put your feet up, rest and regroup. Yet, in direct contradiction, it vibrated with energy.
“How about coffee?” she called as she made her way to the kitchen, flipping on lights as she went.
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