My eyes went to the front of the gray shirt she was wearing to see it stained with water.
Her hair was up in a messy bun, her face was devoid of makeup, and she had a pimple on her forehead.
She was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I once again pressed her to the sink, causing her to squeak.
“Lock,” she cried. “It’s wet.”
I pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“My parents are on their way over here,” I said.
She narrowed her eyes.
“Lock…”
“They’re going to take the kids with them to the lake like you’d planned,” I said.
I’d called on the way home, and they’d said they would be right over.
“The kids are all in bed, Lock,” she denied. “Call them back and tell them never mind.”
I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “Not today.”
She narrowed her eyes.
“Lock, the day is already over,” she tried. “I’m not in the mood.”
I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, then pressed a kiss to her nose.
“I know,” I said. “But I’m going to fix this.”
I pulled out about eight bags of takeout and showed them to her.
“I already ate,” she said.
“You did,” I agreed. “But…I doubt you ate much. You were mad at me, and when you’re mad, you don’t eat.”
Her eyes flickered.
I had her.
She was starving.
Her eyes flicked to the bag, then back to me.
But before I could say anything, my back door opened, and my mother walked in.
“Let’s get those kids loaded up,” she ordered. “Lock, help me.”
I did, and when I came back, Saylor was angrily sucking back a milkshake.
I didn’t smile like I wanted to.
I didn’t even grin.