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“What’s that?” I point my fork at the syrup.
“Soaked dates blended with water,” he says. “You like it?”
“Love it.” I stuff the remainder of the food into my mouth.
He grins and takes out what looks to be plain oatmeal and a small salad from the fridge.
I goggle at the greenery. “A salad for breakfast?”
“I’m not retired yet,” Art says. “This is a veritable feast compared to what the female dancers eat.”
He attacks the food wolfishly, making short work of it.
“Can I finish that?” I point at the blins and the pancakes he never touched.
“I made them for you.”
Aww. He’s really determined to go after my heart through my stomach. And eyes. And nose.
“Anyway,” he says. “I have rehearsal to go to.”
I do my best to hide my disappointment. “When are you coming back?”
“In the afternoon. If you’re going to be home, have lunch without me. It’s in the fridge.”
I gape at him. “You made me lunch too?”
One corner of his mouth curls in a smirk. “What are fake husbands for?”
I can think of so many things. So many things. “Okay, I guess. See you.”
He leaves the kitchen, and I follow him to the door like a puppy. I watch as he puts on his shoes. Then he turns to me, eyes warm and chocolate-y, and I feel like he’s lassoed a rope around my uterus and is pulling it toward himself.
I sway toward him, intoxicated by his scent. His eyes flare and seem to darken to a near-black. For a moment, I feel like he might lean toward me, but he just says softly, “Lock the door.”
I swallow and take a step back. The momentary spell of insanity is broken. With a faux smirk, I bow. “Yes, dear. I’ll obey your every command, dear.”
Shaking his head, he leaves.
I lock the door like a good wife. I can pretend when I have to.
