Thank God I have renter’s insurance. The guys reopened their shop, and they’ve all been busy catching up on clients.
Kash works pretty much every day except Saturday evenings and Sunday mornings. It’s the time he’s carved out every week for us. He still wakes up before me most days, and we chat over breakfast before I have to leave to open the shop with Mara.
Twin Roastsis as busy as ever, especially now the days are getting warmer. Mara is out this afternoon, so it’s just me and Joelle manning the shop. Fortunately, the rush just died down, and we can take a minute to breathe. Checking my phone, I find two new messages from Kash.
Future Husband: I love what I do, but is it time to go home yet?
Future Husband: Did you know that women burn about 69 calories during sex? Coincidence??
Sometimes I don’t know if he wants a response to his questions, or if he’s just bored, but either way I laugh, then get back to work, all the while wondering if I know any random facts I could share. It’s close to three, and I need to figure out if I have to make more baked goods for the last part of the day. Anytime we have leftovers, we try to sell our bread at a discount or donate it to the local women’s shelter. If anyone deserves something good, it’s those women. Sometimes I make a bit extra just because I know it’ll end up there.
“Is it closing time yet?” Joelle jokes, bumping her hip with mine.
Reorganizing the case a bit, I laugh. “Not quite. Sorry, buddy.”
Groaning dramatically, Joelle gives me a curious expression. “Have you guys found anyone else to help with morning prep? I feel bad because I’m here with Mara while you run around in the back all day long.”
Nodding, I wipe down the counters, keeping myself occupied. “Yeah. We just hired a new girl—Kate. She’s starting with me tomorrow.”
“Oh, perfect. We could definitely use the help.”
“Agreed.” Chucking the cloth back into the sanitizer bucket, I stretch out my back. Kash kept me up late again last night. I swear that man never stops. He’s always touching me, kissing me, holding me—really, any excuse he can use to touch me, he takes it. Not that I’m complaining.
I was reaching for a bowl in the cabinet the other day, and he came up behind me and reached above my head to grab it. He purposefully pressed his muscular chest against my back and took the bowl down ridiculously slowly. Needless to say, I ended up on the counter, and it wasn’t with any of my clothes.
Flushing, I pull out my phone and find a few new messages from him.
Future Husband: Is it time to go home yet? I miss you.
Future Husband: My last appointment should be done by eight.
Future Husband: Rhett is getting on my nerves.
Five minutes later.
Future Husband: Scratch that. Seth is getting on my nerves.
Future Husband: Did you know the clit has over 10,000 nerves? Can I get on each one of yours?
Future Husband: I need a hug. Can I use your thighs?
Good lord.Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I avoid answering. I don’t even know how to respond to him sometimes. Kash’s personality ranges from goofball to pervert depending on how the day goes. Sometimes I forget that he’s actually in his twenties and not a teenager. He’s not always goofy though. Last week when we were relaxing on the couch, he asked me about how business was doing. He remembered the issue we were having with one of our vendors and was curious about how we source some of our produce and supplies.
He has a connection for a local farmer, and they were able to get us a better price than what Andrew wanted. Once our contract expired, we moved on, and it’s worked out really well so far.
Kash is also thoughtful. Not only does he keep my favorite products stocked in the apartment, but he hung up the canvas from ourfirst date in the bakery as promised. It rests above the wall close to the kitchen door so that every time I walk past it, I’m reminded of our art lesson.
Sometimes I switch it up and take Kash something to eat for dinner. He’s not hard to please, but I know that his work is important to him at the shop. The guys built something amazing, and I want him to know he has my support. It also gives me time to talk to Cora.
She’s happy for us but warned me to be careful with him.“He may act like he’s not bothered by things, but Kash has a sweet soul, Mils.”
I have no intention of hurting him, even if there’s the occasional doubt that creeps in. When it gets quiet and I’m sitting around the apartment, wondering if it’s too good to be true, I scold myself. Kash has shown me over and over again that he’s all in, and I need to start believing it.
By doubting things, I’m not being fair to him, or to us.
We’re supposed to have dinner with my parents tonight, and I’m a bit nervous about it. We haven’t all been together since the wedding, and my dad caught us kissing another time after the first. I don’t want him to hate Kash, but he hasn’t said much, and that isn’t like him.
“How do you feel about dinner tonight?” Joelle asks, leaning against the counter.
