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The cold weather arrived and Brett had to hold his hat on as he walked across the yard.
He ran up the steps, wiped his feet on the mat, then entered the warm kitchen. With a sigh, he hung up his hat and coat, sat on the bench, and removed off his boots.
Getting to his feet, he unhooked his buckle, unsnapped his jeans, lowered the zipper, shoved them down, and stepped out of them. He removed the flannel shirt, lifted the T-shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor.
He was so tired he didn’t feel like picking them up. He walked a few steps, stopped, picked up the clothes, and carried them to the laundry room to toss in the hamper. After his shower, he plopped down on the sofa and called JoJo.
“Hey.”
“JoJo, we need to talk.” Silence met him. “JoJo?”
“No good conversation starts well with that sentence.”
Brett huffed out a laugh. “There’s something I want to talk about with you. I’d rather not do it over the phone.”
“All right.”
“Where do you want to go to dinner tomorrow night?”
“Why don’t you come here, and I’ll cook.”
“Can you cook?”
“Yes. I make a great takeout pizza.” She laughed.
“Are you telling me you can’t cook?”
“I am. I live on takeout and microwave dinners.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
“Pepperoni or pepperoni?”
“Pepperoni with mushrooms and green peppers.”
“I’ll have them put the mushrooms and peppers on half. Anything else?”
“No, ma’am. I’ll be there at six-thirty.”
“I’ll have them deliver around six-fifteen. See you then, cowboy.”
“Tell me.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Dream of me tonight, sweetheart.” He disconnected.
Brett was nervous about what he wanted to talk about. He didn’t know how she’d react. Would she be happy or look at him like he was insane?
This was the first time she had him go to her place for dinner. He’d been there quite a few times, but never for dinner. Now he knew why. She couldn’t cook. He chuckled and shook his head. No surprise there.
At six-thirty, he climbed the steps to her apartment, knocked, and waited. When she didn’t answer, he knocked again as it started snowing.
When she didn’t answer, he walked to the balcony and glanced around the parking lot, but didn’t see her vehicle.
“What the hell, woman?” He turned to return to the door when he saw her driving into the lot and parking.
