Like forever.
The next morning Cullen unlocked the cabin’s front door. He yawned wide enough for a hummingbird to fit inside. His restless nights had caught up with him. He had one thought on his brain—sleep. He’d considered pulling off the road and taking a catnap, but he didn’t want to keep Leanne. He also wanted to see how Sarah was doing. He’d pulled out his cell phone more than once during his shift, but he hadn’t wanted to wake them.
He stepped into the cabin. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and something baking made his mouth water. He wasn’t used to coming home to such pleasant smells. Caffeine would mess with his sleep, but his stomach growled for whatever was cooking.
Feminine laughter filled the air—something Cullen had missed hearing. Sarah’s laugh seeped into him, filling up all the empty places inside with soothing warmth. He might have a great place to live in a wonderful town with a supportive community, but something was missing from his life—a woman.
After the divorce things will be better.
His mantra didn’t make him feel quite as good as it had a couple of weeks ago.
In the living room he saw the backs of Sarah’s and Leanne’s heads. They sat on the couch.
“Good morning, ladies,” he said.
Leanne turned and greeted him with a wide smile. “Hey, Doc. Just in time. The muffins will be ready in a few minutes.”
Sarah looked at him. No smile. No excitement in her eyes. Nothing.
He would have appreciated some reaction from her. Maybe she was tired. Or hurting. But he hoped not.
“Busy shift?” Sarah asked.
Cardiac arrests, fractures, appendicitis, a gunshot victim and two car accidents. Not to mention earaches, asthma attacks, fevers and cuts. “Typical.”
“That’ll change next week,” Leanne said. “Full moon.”
“Thanks for the warning.” He noticed the two were looking at a magazine. “How did things go?”
“Fine,” Sarah said. “I went to bed a half hour after Leanne arrived and woke up an hour ago.”
“Easiest gig I’ve ever had. Sarah is the perfect patient.” Leanne held up a thick bridal magazine full of glossy photographs. “She also has great wedding-planning advice.”
“Wedding planning, huh?” That surprised Cullen. “I suppose Sarah knows all about being married by an Elvis impersonator.”
Leanne’s mouth formed a perfect O. She looked at Sarah. “You didn’t tell me that.”
She shrugged. “I figured getting married in Vegas implied an Elvis impersonator.”
“He had that jiggling-leg thing going on.” Cullen demonstrated. “‘Darlin’, do you take this man…’”
Leanne laughed. “Where is my cell phone? No one will believe this. You sound like Elvis.”
Sarah nodded. “We bought a wedding package that included a video of the ceremony. Each time I watch it, I’m amazed how well Cullen has nailed the voice.”
His heart kicked in his chest. “You still watch the video?”
Sarah’s gaze flew to the magazine. “I used to. It’s packed away in a box somewhere.”
Cullen hadn’t expected she’d kept the video. He was sure she’d destroyed all evidence of their wedding. He wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d gone so far as to toss her wedding ring into the garbage. He’d thought about getting rid of his, but he’d decided to wait for the divorce to be finalized.
The oven timer buzzed.
Leanne stood, walked to the kitchen and removed a muffin tin from the oven. “I hope you like blueberry.”
A tight smiled formed on Sarah’s lips. “I love them. So does Cullen.”
He remembered lazy mornings when he wasn’t working. Sleeping in, having sex, taking long showers together, going to the corner coffee shop to pick up coffee and muffins.
Leanne put the muffins on a dinner plate and carried them to the living room with salad plates, napkins, a butter knife and butter.
“If you don’t mind, I’m going to take off.” She placed everything on the coffee table. “Christian is finished with his shift. We only have one day off the same since the chief put us on different squads.”
“Go have fun,” Sarah said. “Thanks for staying with me and making muffins.”
“Happy to help out. I’ll be back when it’s my turn.” Leanne grabbed her tote bag. “Be sure to go through the magazine and see what else you come up with.”
“Will do,” Sarah said.
“I’ll walk you out,” Cullen said.
Leanne fell in step next to him. “Ever the gentleman.”
He opened the door and followed her outside.
“I’d been wondering why you haven’t been dating,” Leanne said.
“I figured it would be better to wait until the divorce was official.”
“When will that be?” she asked.
“My attorney knows Sarah is staying with me. He thinks everything can be settled shortly.”
“Sarah’s great.” Leanne pursed her lips. “You’re sure a divorce is what you want?”
“Positive. Sarah wants one, too, so don’t get any ideas. Half the town has tried setting me up on blind dates. I don’t need them interfering in my estranged marriage.”
Leanne held up her hands. “Just asking. And since Sarah’s staying with you, you’re not quite as estranged as you were.”
“Thomas.”
A knowing grin lit up her face. “What?”
Cullen let it go. He knew she was only trying to help. “Thanks for staying with Sarah.”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “See you soon.”
He went back inside to find Sarah looking at the bridal magazine. The muffins sat untouched. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
She closed the magazine. “I was waiting for you.”
That was polite. He sat next to her. “Do you want me to butter yours?”
“Thanks, but I’ve got it.” Sarah placed a muffin on a plate. She awkwardly sliced the top then added a pat of butter. “These smell so good.”
Cullen took one. “Leanne’s got a thing for muffins and chocolate.”
Sarah rested her plate on her lap. “She’s nice. I like her.”
“I thought you might,” he said. “Leanne reminds me of you.”
“I’m nothing like her.”
“You both work in male-dominated environments. You’re competent and intelligent. You ski and climb.”
“Okay, I see the commonality.” Sarah bit into the muffin. “But I wish I cooked as well as she does.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.”
She swatted his arm. “I’m not that bad.”
“I’m joking. You’re a good cook.” He noticed the bridal magazine on her lap. “I’m curious how you know so much about wedding planning, when we eloped.”
She wiped her mouth with a napkin. “I told you I was engaged.”
“I assumed it was a short engagement.”
“Two