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“Mom, Dad, this is Cal Perkins. Cal, my mother, Anne, and my father, Joel.”
“Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking her parents’ hands.
“We’ve heard so much about you,” her mother said. “All good things, don’t worry.”
“I don’t have a lot of bad to say about him,” she said. “I won’t insult him and say he’s perfect again. I’m learning he’s not the more I stay at his house.”
There was a lot of laughter to that statement.
She’d been joking but not really.
He didn’t cook, which she knew. But he did clean up when she cooked.
He left his dirty clothes on the floor more times than not until he finally grabbed them to toss them in a basket.
When he shaved, there were the remains of whisker shavings left that the water didn’t rinse away until he cleaned his sink.
Since there were two sinks in the bathroom, she didn’t have to worry about it but noticed it just the same.
“Hey,” he said. “You’re no angel. You snore.”
Her jaw dropped. “I do not,” she said.
“Okay, fine. You talk in your sleep.”
“No,” she said. “That is you.”
“He’s right,” Morgan said. “You always talked in your sleep when you were tired or stressed.”
“Oh,” she said. “No one has said anything to me before.”
“We did when you were a kid,” her father said. “It’s possible as an adult you don’t do it much or no one wants to say anything. Obviously Cal has no problem pointing it out.”
“He only did it because I said what I did,” she said. “He probably enjoys the fact I talk in my sleep. I’m sure I’m doing more of it because he’s talking back to me.”
“Well,” he said. “You don’t know that, do you, being that you’re sleeping and all.”
She’d spent the past few weekends at his house. It was working for them better than she thought it might.
He’d even left a few times to do some work and she stayed and worked or cooked. She cleaned some too. Those whiskers and all. She’d done some of his laundry when she washed the sheets.
It’s not as if he was a slob, but she could tell right away he wasn’t used to living with someone.
Not that she was either.
“You make a good point. And I need some wine,” she said.
“It’s barely noon,” her mother said.
“So? I want to celebrate,” she said.
“What do you have to celebrate?” Cal asked.
“Nothing quite yet, but I’m getting there. I mean, it’s going to work out and I’m excited.”
“Tell us,” her mother said.
“I’ve been working on a personal injury lawsuit for a few months. My first one and I’m solo on it. The plan has been to settle without going to trial and the car dealership’s attorneys have finally decided to start negotiations. I put my offer on the table. Higher than I knew we’d get, but we have to start somewhere. They countered and it wasn’t unrealistic. It’s actually where we thought we’d land so we’ve got more wiggle room.”
