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“What’s the plan for today?” Ridge asks. He’s been here a few days now and it feels comfortable with him around.
“Shopping. I need to get everything for Thanksgiving dinner,” I tell him as he looks at me funny. “What?”
“Don’t you hire someone to do all that?”
“Not when I’m home, no. I like to do it myself.”
“And cooking?”
“You think I can’t cook?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. He smiles, and it could melt the panties off any female in a fifty-mile radius.
“I don’t know if you can or not. I just assumed you would hire someone for that,” he tells me. I suppose I understand why he would say that.
“I don’t hire people to cook for me.”
“So, you like to cook?”
“I didn’t say that either,” I laugh, causing him to laugh too. “I just don’t see the point in hiring someone to do it.”
“Nice. I like that, Princess.” The way he says Princess sends a jolt through my body. I’ve never had anyone call me that before.
“So, we need to make a list and then head to the store,” I tell him.
“We? I don’t need a list.”
“Is there anything specific you want? I didn’t think to ask you before. I’m sure you have drinks or something you like,” I ask him.
“Beer. And I can buy that myself,” he tells me.
“I don’t mind. You are staying here. And besides, I have to feed you, don’t I?” I ask, batting my lashes at him a little. He smirks and shakes his head.
“I’m not picky. Just don’t try to feed me any of that rich people's shit. I ain’t eatin’ it,” he tells me, and I know he’s being serious. It’s funny he thinks because I have money, I would be into that kind of stuff. I’m a simple girl who likes simple things. The only reason I have this massive house is because my mom threw a fit about the kind of house I lived in. I’d prefer something small and homey.
“You make a lot of assumptions,” I tell him as I pull out a paper and pen.
“No. I’m just lettin’ you know ahead of time.” I nod my head and set about making my list, checking cabinets and the pantry for anything else I might need. Snacks are definitely on the list of things to get, as well as beer for Ridge. I’m not much of a drinker, but I don’t mind if he has a few here and there.
“You sure you don’t want anything specific?” I ask once more. Ridge shakes his head as he leans against the counter.
“No. I’m good, but thank you.”
“You’re polite,” I tell him.
“I can be.”
“What else can you be?”
“Mean as sin. Deadly.” I watch his eyes, and I can see it. The way he says it, I can hear it. He isn’t joking. He can be whatever he wants to be.
“Good to know. I won’t get on your bad side,” I tell him.
“Smart girl. You ready?” I nod my head and grab my purse and keys before we walk through the house and out the side door to the garage. Inside, Ridge stops in his tracks and stares at the car.
“This is your car?”
“Yeah, why? What’s wrong with it?” I glance at my car and try to see what the problem is with it. I don’t see anything wrong.
“It’s … I assumed you’d have a newer car,” he says, causing me to laugh.
