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“I can go to the kitchen with you. Give me a minute or two.” She looked in the direction of her clothes strewn about on her side of the bed.
“No. Stay put.”
What if she stepped out of bed and didn’t come back? Nope, wasn’t about to risk it. I wanted to keep this moment going as long as possible.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s coffee. I’ve been making that since I was a kid. We’ll be fine.”
“Okay.”
I leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Be right back.”
I slid into my lounge pants and headed downstairs, two steps at a time. I filled the coffee pot with water, added the grounds, turned it on, then checked the time. Just a little after nine. We’d slept in a little, at least later than we had while we were there.
I stretched as I walked around the kitchen, taking mugs out from the cupboards and checking the fridge. We had a few things—I could whip up some scrambled eggs later—but right now, now was for coffee and talking and seeing what she wanted to do.
Because this whole trip was for Abbie.
The coffee machine beeped, and I turned, filling both cups.
By the time I went back up, she was in my T-shirt, her phone in hand.
“Are you telling the world?”
“Ha, no. Just thought I’d see if I had any messages.”
“And?”
“Marnie sent me a pic of the tree they finally put up last night…and the six inches of snow.” She turned the phone to show me the photos. I almost winced at the pile of snow on their driveway and Abbie swiped it quickly back to the photo of the tree.
I laughed, shaking my head while handing her a mug, then crawled over to my side.
A smile spread slowly across my face at the realization.
I liked that.
My side.
Her side.
She was adorable as she took a sip of her coffee, her hair mussed from sleep, her eyes still not fully awake. She looked into her mug for a moment before looking at me, surprise dawning on her face. “Just how I like it.”
“I know you.”
She laughed, shyly brushing her hair back from her face. “That, you do.”
I leaned back against the fluffy pillows. “So...”
“So...” she echoed, leaning back against her pillows. She put the phone aside and looked at me. Her eyes searched mine for a few moments. “What are we?” she asked softly.
“Lucas and Abbie.”
“I actually heard the duh at the end of that comment.”
I laughed. “You might be right.”
“I just mean, this is great, perfect...but when we go home...you go back to the law firm, and I go back to the diner...”
