“Hello.” Billy pushed open Alexandra's door with his shoulder while struggling with the bags in his arms. “Alexandra, are you home?” “I’m upstairs. Give me a few minutes to finish putting the laundry away and I’ll be right down.” “Take your time. I’ll put up a pot of coffee.” Billy placed the packages on the counter, put up the coffee and got to work. From one of the bags he took a red cotton tablecloth with green and white embroidered poinsettias bordering around the edges. In another bag he grabbed two crystal candlestick holders along with long green candles with silver bells engraved within the candles. No doubt Alexandra would love the table. She always paid attention to and loved minor details. And when it came to him, she acted like he was the only one in the world, at the moment. She always paid close attention to him, making sure she attended to all his needs, without showing any vulnerability whatsoever. The more time he spent with her, the deeper he fell ...