“It’s two weeks. It won’t be that long. He’ll be back farting and watching TV on the couch before you know it.”
Renee giggled and rolled her now tear free eyes. “I know. I’m just going to miss him. It’s going to be lonely working without him coming in and bugging me.”
“You can always bring your sewing machine back here while he’s gone.”
After a month, Brian convinced Renee to use one of his four garages as her work station. With the bigger space, she was able to hold more material and process more orders. It made sense in the business aspect, but I’d be the first to admit I missed the sound of her sewing machine in the background while I studied, or her cussing up a storm when her machine stopped working and she needed me to fix it.
“I promised munchkin ice cream. Do you want to come with us, Kenna?” Brian peeked his head into the kitchen.
He gave Renee a small smile and held out his arms. She hesitated before walking into them and wrapping her arms around him.
“No, I’m going to finish putting the dishes away and study. You guys have fun. And, Brian, you better win some damn games for me. I’m counting on you.”
Brian smiled before leading Renee back to our tiny dining area and saying goodbye to my parents and Trip.
“Honey, we’re going to get out of here. Do you need any help before we go?” my mom asked, coming over and putting her arms around my waist.
“No, I’m almost done. I’ll see you guys soon.”
My mom patted my cheek. “Why don’t you let me cook next time? Renee’s going to be sad with Brian gone, so I’ll fix her favorite.”
“You’re a good mom.”
“Well, I have two fantastic daughters.”
My dad came over and hugged me goodbye as I finished getting the kitchen back in order.
“Everything’s all done. You can come out now,” I yelled, leaning against the counter.
“I was just about to come in here and ask if you needed any help,” Trip announced, coming into the kitchen, with a grin.
“You’re an ass.”
“But you love me.”
“Do I love you enough to let you watch the next Harry movie with me?”
“I brought pie.”
He went over and grabbed a pie out of the backpack he brought in when he came over.
“Damn you,” I hissed as I grabbed two spoons and headed toward the living room.
