Page 13 of Only You

“Yes. I choose a perfume based on my mood.”

“Which one did you choose today?”

“Angel,” she said, innocently fluttering her eyelashes.

Her silliness eased the tension, and he burst out laughing. Then, they moved on to the walk-in closet. Earlier, he’d cleared out some space for her, but it hadn’t been enough. His clothes were jammed together and hers took up most of the space. Likewise, his shoe rack now contained a variety of high heels, boots, and sneakers, mostly in shades of black and white.

“Before you ask—yes, I really wear all this stuff,” Kayla said, brooking no argument.

Next, they went into the attached bathroom. There were two sinks, and Jack had rearranged things so she could use the drawers and cupboard under one of the sinks. The drawer space wasn’t enough since there was an array of products on the counter. Glancing at the tub, he saw more products, including bubble bath, shaving cream, and a pink razor. Through the glass shower door, he spotted body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and a big purple pouf.

“It’s a loofah,” Kayla explained.

“Can’t you just use your hands?”

“The loofah removes dead skin cells.”

“Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?”

Kayla chuckled. “You act like you’ve never been around a woman before.”

“I’ve been around plenty of women, but none that had this much stuff!”

“You probably didn’t stick around long enough to see all their stuff,” she countered.

Kayla was right. Thus, the reason his mom had given up on having grandkids.

“When was the last time you had a girlfriend, Jack?” Kayla eyed him so intently he squirmed.

“Not since college.”

“Well, now you do!”

Jack played along. “Well, girlfriend. After all that unpacking, you must be hungry.”

“How’d you guess?”

“Because I know my girlfriend, and she likes to eat.”

“Aw. You do know me.”

He smiled. “I would make us something, but I’m low on groceries.”

“We could go grocery shopping together.”

“Or we could order Chinese food.”

“Sure. I’m easy,” Kayla said.

Jack smirked at her until she caught on.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I meant, I’m an easy-going girlfriend.”

“One who chooses perfume based on her mood and has more products than the local drugstore.”

She grinned. “Whatever, Mr. Perfect.”

“You said it, not me.”

Kayla rolled her eyes. “C’mon. Let’s order Chinese.”

They went into the kitchen, and Jack opened a drawer that contained an assortment of carry-out menus and other miscellaneous items.

Kayla peered inside. “Is that your junk drawer?”

“Yeah, why?”

“It’s neater than any junk drawer I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s why they call me Mr. Perfect,” Jack teased.

“Mr. Perfect and Ms. Easy-going. We make a wonderful team.”

We’ll see about that, Jack thought.