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“Of course, we have to get out of the shower.”
“No, they’re coming in!”
She ignores me, throws on a bathrobe, and then pads over to her handbag.
I wrap a towel around my waist just as the concierge enters the room with a beefy guy who looks like he could snap me in half.
“Mister O’Connor, we’ve been more than patient…oh…excuse me…I…my goodness…are you Serenity Jackson?”
She smiles casually and hands over her credit card. “I would like you to extend this man’s check-out time. We need a moment to put ourselves together.”
The beefy dude looks confused. The concierge apologizes profusely and refuses to take her credit card.
“Ms. Jackson! Please accept my apology. Consider the room compensated…for as long as you like!”
The two men disappear out the door, and Serenity turns to me. “That was weird,” she laughs. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
I can’t fix the look of shame on my face.
“I live a very different life from you, Serenity.”
“I know,” she says, adjusting her bathrobe.
“I can’t accept charity from you.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Baby, you can’t expect me not to pay for things. It’s fine.”
“I’m not sure how to resolve this,” I say. “I’m never not going to feel weird about it. Is it sexist of me? Yes, absolutely. But I can’t help but feel…weird.”
She looks at me thoughtfully, then blows my mind.
“Well. You’ll have to earn your keep by coming home with me and being my house husband.”
I close in on her, and she blinks up at me.
House husband. Can she read my thoughts? “I’m great at cleaning, cooking, and caring for animals.”
“I have people to do that. But I can fire them all if you want.”
“Ms. Jackson, are you asking me to marry you?”
I’ve backed her against the wall. “Yes. I mean, no. I don’t have a ring yet.”
This gives me an idea. “I’ll take care of the rings. You pick the flowers.”
Serenity rolls up on the balls of her feet and kisses me on the nose. “Deal.”
“Go finish your shower, woman,” I tell her, jutting my chin toward the bathroom.
Serenity pouts. “Alone? At a moment like this?”
She’s absolutely right.
Steam has been filling up the bathroom as Serenity backs into the shower, dragging me by the front of the tee shirt I threw on before answering the door.
I reach over my shoulder and pull off the shirt in one sweep. Serenity’s eyes flash, and she licks her lips.
“That was hot,” she says.
