Catherine Walsh

Andrew Fitzpatrick’s shocked look disappears as soon as he sees me. He grins up at me with those hazel eyes as if I’m the best thing that’s happened to his day. I know he’s the best thing that’s happened to mine.

“Is he okay?” he asks.

“He’s vegan,”

“We have to be up in five hours. Do you really want to do this now?”

“You want to wait another ten years?”