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“And you couldn’t text me to find out?”
“No, I couldn’t text you. That would involve having to explain to my mother that I don’t know what my girlfriend’s preferred pizza is.”
“Good point.” I nodded. “Although given your dreadful communication skills, she probably wouldn’t be all that surprised that you didn’t know.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that,” he muttered, putting them back in the bag. “The downside is that we have to cook them.”
“McDonald’s and frozen pizza two days in a row? What a life.” I dragged myself up to sitting and sighed.
“Your other option is a catered dinner with my entire family.”
Nope. I’d done my time with his family today,thank you very much. “You know, it occurs to me that we don’t have a cooker in here.”
William half-smiled at me. “I thought you’d say that. There are three kitchens in this castle.”
“Of course there are.” Why wouldn’t there be? Two people obviously needed three kitchens.
What was it? One for breakfast, one for lunch, and one for dinner?
Either way, I bet none of them had empty cereal boxes in the cupboards. Amber was the worst for putting them back in when she’d just used up the last of the chocolate chip mini Weetabix.
Did you know how heart-breaking it was to pick up a box of your favourite cereal only to find it empty? Knowing you hadn’t bought any the day before when you went grocery shopping because there was a box in the bloody cupboard?
Exactly.
If I had two kitchens at home, that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Come on, let’s go. We’ll be left alone all evening.” William picked up the bag with the pizza boxes and held out a hand. “I’m starving, and I’m sure you must be, too.”
“Okay, fine.” I put my hand in his so he could pull me up and said, “But I still want whatever is in the clinky bag.”
With a laugh, he released my hand once I was on my feet and pulled out a bottle of wine. “You mean this?”
“I’ll take that.” I plucked the bottle from his grip, cradled it against my body, and looked expectantly at William. “Lead the way.”
He shook his head with what I was sure was a quiet chuckle and opened the door to the hallway. It was considerably colder out here, and I shivered as the chill of the old building hit me.
“Sorry,” he said softly, closing the door. “I forgot to mention it can get cold outside of the living areas sometimes.”
“It’s an old castle. I hardly expect every inch is warmed to perfection,” I replied, wrapping my arms around my body, keeping a tight grip on the neck of the wine bottle. “Is the kitchen warmer than the hallway?”
“Antarctica is warmer than this hallway.”
An excellent point.
“If not, the oven will soon warm it up. I’ll have someone take wood up to the room, too, so we can get a fire going there.”
I peered at him out of the corner of my eye. “That’s an actual working fireplace?”
“No, I thought I’d light a fire and choke us out with the smoke.”
“I don’t like your attitude.”
“I bought you pizza and wine. Surely I get a slight sarcasm pass.”
“Absolutely not. If I give you an inch, you’ll take a mile. I’m no fool, Lord Kinkirk.”
He laughed, opening a door that looked modern enough that it was out of place against the thick, stone walls. “Don’t ever call me that again.”
