Until Tomorrow

Avery

"When are you going back to Connecticut?" Declan's voice cut through the quiet.

I set the mug down carefully on the marble counter. "Maybe tomorrow. Why?"

"Nothing." He moved closer, close enough that I caught his scent. Expensive cologne mixed with something else, something that was just him. "I want to have a relationship with you, Avery. Not just be Noah's father. I want us to try again."