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Releasing her, I allow her to pass, then follow behind her toward the kitchen counter. I look at the space, really let it sink in for a moment, and smile. I never in a million fucking years thought that something this nice could be mine—including the wife.
She opens the donut box and looks at me, her eyes wide. “I can’t eat all of this.”
Chuckling, I reach over her, grab a plain cake donut and my coffee, and lean my ass against the counter as I start to eat. “I didn’t know what you would like, so I bought a little of everything. Just eat what you want.”
She nods then reaches for a maple bar with a small smile playing on her lips. “I figure we’d need fuel for the grocery store, since we need just about fucking everything.”
Her head swings over to me, her eyes wide as they meet my own. Ignoring her look of surprise, I continue to eat my donut and drink my coffee as she stares at me. I’m waiting, knowing that she has something to say, but I’m not sure what it is, so I wait.
“I didn’t think you’d want to go to the grocery store,” she finally murmurs before taking a small nibble of her donut.
Reaching out, I tug on a piece of her hair. “Babe, you did all this shit with the girls, and it looks great so far. Least I can do is take you to the grocery store.”
“I feel so helpless,” she murmurs.
Leaning over, I touch my lips to the corner of her mouth before straightening my back. “Piper. You’re eighteen, you’ve never been on your own before, and you were in a situation that didn’t give you normal or a regular kind of upbringing. Not that mine was normal either, but you aren’t street savvy. I am going to try and help you as much as I can, and this is one thing I can do with you a few times until you got the hang of it.”
There is a moment of silence. She shifts her attention away from me, flicking her gaze down to her feet, then she slowly moves her eyes up to meet my own and gives me a small smile.
“Okay, Kyle.”
“Now, let’s get ready for the grocery store.”
ChapterSeventeen
PIPER
I’m notsure what to expect, but hours in the grocery store and then coming home to put it all away takes another couple of hours. It wasn’t what I thought it would be and has completely lost its luster.
Kyle disappears as soon as the groceries cross the threshold. He said his car was making a funny noise, so he needed to go out to look at it. Now it’s me who is putting everything away and trying to find the perfect spot for it all.
I hear him start the car. It rumbles and then he revs the engine as I continue working on everything inside. I now have groceries and all the basics, like flour and sugar along with seasonings. Finding the music app on my phone, I search for a playlist and turn it up as I work.
When I’m finished, I scan the kitchen with a smile. I feel accomplished. I don’t know I’ve ever felt that way before, but I do. My body is so sore, so it feels good to stretch and move as I work around the kitchen.
When the door to the garage opens, I turn my head and watch him make his way toward me. He’s covered in a sheen of sweat, and there is some grease on his hands and arms. He’s still wearing his cut. He looks delicious.
“Kyle?”
“Got anything for lunch?” he asks, his lips curved up into a grin.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I look over my shoulder at the kitchen, then shift my attention back to meet his.
“I know you just bought all this stuff, but…” My words trail off.
“You don’t know how to cook,” he finishes my sentence for me. “I don’t either.”
“What are we going to do?” I ask.
His lips twitch into a smile, and he closes the distance between us. I expect him to shy away from touching me, but he doesn’t. He wraps his grease-covered arm around my waist, hauling me against his chest. Lifting my arms between us, I press my palms against his chest and tip my head back to look up at him.
“We’re going to make some sandwiches for lunch, and we’ll figure everything else out one day at a time,” he murmurs.
Sliding one of my hands up his chest, I wrap my fingers around the side of his throat. “Why are you so nice to me?” I ask.
Kyle moves his face closer to mine, his mouth touching my bottom lip, his tongue sliding across it before he lifts his head slightly. He doesn’t say anything immediately, his eyes searching mine.
“I’m not nice, flower. Not to you, not to anyone.”
