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“I eat almost exclusively frozen pizza.”
“How do you look like that?” she asked, knowing that she had just betrayed that she had in fact noticed his body. All hard-packed muscle, without an ounce of fat.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Do you secretly do a thousand sit-ups every day?”
“No.”
“You don’t...you don’t work at that?”
“No. What the hell do I care? I just need to be able to get my job done. I’m not some gym bro out trying to get gains or whatever else. I don’t care.”
And she didn’t know why that was compelling. It just was.
“Well. Fine. But we’re not doing frozen pizza.”
“Oh, I wasn’t suggesting we should. I’m sick of it.”
“Okay. So I’m not a gourmet or anything. But spaghetti? Pot roast?”
“Like I said. It’s all good.”
They stopped by the produce and she grabbed onions and some potatoes.
“I assume we can just get steak from the Garretts?” she asked.
“Yep. Direct. I actually have a flat freezer outside and there’s plenty of meat in there.”
“Oh. I didn’t check there.”
This was mundane. This was skipping to be an old married couple. And she felt...weirdly charged. She couldn’t say that she cared for it.
She grabbed the front of the cart and guided it toward a small section that had dishes. “You need a sugar shaker,” she said.
“I do?”
“Yes,” she said. “I am not a savage, and I will not live as one.”
“I think you meanweneed a sugar shaker.”
And he was messing with her. She was pretty sure. But he grinned, and it was irresistible. And she wondered if it mattered whether he was teasing her or not, since the end result was the same. It was their sugar shaker. Everything that they were getting today was going to be theirs.
The house was theirs.
She stared at him. “Fine. We need a sugar shaker.”
They went over to look at them, and there was a white one with flowers. And a cowboy. But sugar that came out of his hat.
“You know which one we have to get,” he said.
“No,”she said.
“Marriage is about compromise. You think we need a sugar shaker. I think we need no such thing. We have to get a cowboy.”
She stared up at him, trying to see if he was smiling. She swore she could hear a hint of humor in his voice. It was so very hard to say.
“Are you messing with me?”
