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Food time.
I go to the cabinet, get down a couple of bowls, snag a ladle from the drawer.
“How is it that you don’t have furniture, but you have a ladle?”
I shrug as I start scooping up soup and distributing it into the bowls. “I canceled the furniture order when I saw the designer wanted to spend over six figures on it.”
She sets the tray onto one side of the stove with a clatter. “S-six figures?”
“Yup.” I go to a drawer, open it, grab out two spoons. “Including twenty-five grand for a couch.”
Her mouth falls open.
“I like to cook,” I say, latching onto the safe conversational topic, “so when I brought my shit over from my apartment, I already have most everything I need. Same goes for my bedroom set. But my couch was old and I trashed it before I found the invoices, fired her, and canceled the orders.”
That’s the first and last time I tell anyone to do what they want when it comes to something that costs me money.
“And we’ve been on the road, so I haven’t had a chance to go to a store and pick out anything.”
“Twenty-fivethousandfor the couch?”
“Yup.”
“Not twenty-five hundred?”
“Nope.”
Wide eyes. “Oh, my God.”
My mouth curved. “And it was white.”
Her eyes go wider.
I want to kiss her, and the urge is so strong that it, thankfully, snaps me out of myself. I grab a piece of garlic bread—instead of her—take a huge bite out of it—also, instead of her. “Your pictures are good,” I say after I chewed and swallowed, the garlic and butter and herb combination fucking delicious. “Reallygood.”
Surprise in those green eyes, as though she’s not used to compliments.
And considering what her sister did, what her ex did…
“So, why did you get fired?”
Her eyes slide away.
“Nova.”
She looks back. “An ex threw knives at you?”
Touché.
I grab the bowls from the counter. “If we eat in front of the TV, will Steve be a tiny demon and try to get into our food?”
“He sure will.”
I sigh, but she just laughs, fills a plate with the garlic bread and carries it over to the pile of blankets. “Don’t worry,” she says, settling down into them. “I can corral the beast.”
Turns out,corralling the beast is not her strong suit.
But, luckily, there’s extra soup.
