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“Aw, they sound sweet.”
“My folks are great. I’d love for you to meet them.”
Shit.
The words were out of his mouth without him thinking. Even with as little game as Liam had, he knew you didn’t suggest to a woman you’d known for a day that she meet the parents.
“I mean—someda—Never mind. Forget I said that.”
She giggled. “Said what?”
He winked at her with a grin. “Good girl.”
He liked the way her cheeks pinkened as she looked down at her hands in her lap. Her shy-girl routine was fucking adorable; especially because he’d seen the feisty side of her, too.
He picked up the casserole dish on the stovetop. “Can I just put tinfoil over the top of this and put it in the refrigerator?”
“You have a lid for the pan.”
“I do?”
She shook her head as she stood up and walked toward where he was standing.
“Yes,” she said, opening a bottom cupboard door, pulling out a lid, and handing it to him. “How do you not know that?”
“Um, because I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I’ve never once used this pan.”
“Janice doesn’t make you casseroles or lasagnas?”
“Yes, but she uses the smaller ones since it’s just me she’s cooking for.”
“I guess that makes sense…” Utah paused for a second before continuing, “Wait, the smaller ones have lids, too!”
“What can I say? I don’t pay attention to that stuff. My mom always used tin foil.” He snapped the lid in place. “Do I even have tin foil?”
“You do. You have a very well-stocked pantry. I’m going to guess you don’t grocery shop either.”
“God, when you say it like that, I sound like a helpless loser.”
“No, not at all. You can afford to have people take care of things you don’t have time to do. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Liam put the lasagna in the refrigerator, then turned to find her wiping down the stove and counters.
Taking the dishrag from her hand, he tossed it in the sink, then wrapped his arms around her middle. “I definitely need to be taken care of, baby.”
His hand came down and cupped her ass as he murmured in her ear, “But don’t worry. I’ll be sure to take care of you, too.”
****
Utah
The whole ride to her house, she chastised herself.
What am I doing? I can’t spend the week with him!
Then the devil on her shoulder piped in.
Why not? It’s not like it’s keeping you from work. Slacker. Or should I say, hacker?
