AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His face did a thing and I rolled my eyes. “Oh,shelikes wine.”
“There is no she,” he murmured.
“But there was.” I wasn’t typically the jealous type but the awareness that a woman had existed here before me had me seeing the place with a different perspective. She must not have lived here. If she had, it would have been a long time ago. There was nothing about the place that possessed a woman’s touch.
“It’s been a while. A little over two years.” My eyes shot up to his and he appeared annoyed again.
“You don’t owe me explanations.”
“Yeah, I do because I want them from you. I have to give what I expect to receive.”
I leaned across the counter, lowering my elbows while I twisted the glass with my fingers. “You want to know about the men in my life.”
“Past men in your life because I would hope that if you’re here, there aren’t any current.”
I shook my head. “Nope, but you knew that. You rescued me from the date from hell. A man who I’d met on an app in desperation and fear of never finding my happily ever after.”
He stared at me long and hard and I felt a wave of nervousness settling into the pit of my stomach. I lifted from the counter and cradled my wine, taking a few measured sips.
“So what did you wash off you up there?” I tipped my glass to the ceiling and his eyes squinted in confusion. “You said you wanted to wash the day off. What kind of day?”
“I helped my brother bring in a guy. Gang member wanted for armed robbery, known for a lot worse. I didn’t want Tynan trying to bring him in on his own.”
“You’re protective.” I smiled and nodded. “I can see that in you. How old is he?”
“Thirty-four.”
“Hmm, how old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
“So barely older but still protective.”
The timer went off and I lowered my wine, grabbing a dish towel to move to the oven. There hadn’t been a pan large enough to hold the flatbread so after I tossed the plastic wraps they’d come in I’d covered the cardboard bottoms with foil and used them as baking sheets.
“Perfect,” I sang, placing them on the counter one by one.
“Shouldn’t I be the one offering the vote?”
“Nope, if I say they’re perfect, they’re perfect. I think I want to do half and half.”
“Do your thing.”
While I plated our food, he carried my wine, another beer, and napkins to the table. I joined him and we sat across from each other since his table was fairly small. After a quick blessing we were both moaning our approval.
“I guess you agree?”
“With?”
“This is perfect.”
He chuckled and nodded. “Yeah it’s good as hell so I can’t imagine what the upgrade of homemade flatbread is going to be. You’re gonna have to make that happen.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“You already put the offer out there, you can’t renege.”
“I could, but I won't.”
