“I’d planned to.”
‘Course he did.
I turned and wrapped my arms around Drew.
“I’m sorry you won’t be playing.”
He kissed my nose. “It was worth it.”
I brushed my hand along the soft scruff on his cheek. “I love you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Luck.” He touched his lips to mine. “Okay, you should go and make sure there’s still food left before Jupiter eats it all.”
I chuckled. “Yeah.”
“I’ll text you when I’m on the plane.” He picked up his bag, throwing it over his shoulder, before taking my chin gently in his fingers, kissing me again. “I love you, and I can’t wait to come back to you.”
I stood by the door, watching him get into the car and drive off.
I stood there until I heard a crash coming from the direction my brother went.
I rolled my eyes.
Always destruction.
“Are you breaking stuff already?” I walked into the kitchen to find Jupiter rummaging through the cupboards, protecting himself from the pots and pans currently raining down on him.
It just so happened that the one he’d opened was the one I liked to put all the things in when I didn’t know where they actually went.
And itmayhave been a little full.
“Why has this cupboard got so much stuff in it?” He picked up a plastic bowl from the floor. “You did this, didn’t you? Does Drew know about your habit of stuffing everything in one place? It used to drive mom crazy.”
I chuckled. “No, I haven’t been busted yet. Drew mostly cooks and I put the things away.”
“So why don’t you just rearrange the cupboards so you know where things are?”
I shrugged. I wasn’t going to tell him it had never occurred to me.
“Anyway, what were you looking for?”
“Something to cook the pasta in.” He nodded to the bag of fresh pasta he’d found.
“You sit, I’ll do it.”
He winked, rounding the kitchen island and slid onto one of the stools as I tidied up the mess he’d made. I took a couple of beers from the fridge and passed him one.
He twisted the cap off, taking a swig. “So, talk to me. What’s been going on?”
“What did Drew tell you?”
“More than you did, which I was pissed about. Em, you know you can call me about anything.”
I looked up at him. “Yes, I know. I just didn’t think this was anything until the other week, and then I tried to call you, but you were off the grid.”
His eye twitched slightly, a tiny amount of guilt crossing his face.
I threw the pasta into the pan of boiling water I’d started. “Good tan by the way. Where did you go?”
