Page 179 of Embracing the Change

AJ didn’t need to factor in that.

Paloma didn’t either.

“Whatever they can do to us now will be like a needle thrown at armor,” Jamie said. “They can’t hurt us. I couldn’t live with myself if I kept up the drive to hurt them.”

“Agreed.”

Jamie tucked some of my hair behind my ear, a sweet look on his face.

Then he asked, “Want a snack?”

“Please,” I answered.

“Stay here.” He gave me a quick kiss before he knifed out of bed. “I’ll be back.”

He pulled on some joggers and left the room.

I watched him go, then stretched languidly on the bed, before I pulled the sheet over my lower half.

And I waited for my man to get back and feed me.

Definitely my version of happily ever after.

It was the next day, Sunday morning.

We were in the kitchen, sitting on the stools at the bar by the window.

Jamie had made scrambled eggs, bacon, potato hash and toast (he was an excellent cook, even breakfast, then again, his mother taught him).

He was reading The New York Times.

I was fielding texts about the next Sunday lunch, to be held at Allegra and Darryn’s, something she wanted to do soon, so we’d have a chance to check in on how Nico was doing.

Therefore, I was on my phone when the call came in.

Elsa.

“Elsa,” I told Jamie (and the brows he’d raised at me) as I took the call. “Hello, dear.”

“I’m going to send you something via email,” she said. “I’d suggest you go to your computer to watch it. This definitely needs to be consumed on a larger screen.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Just…enjoy,” she replied.

And with that, oddly, she rang off.

I turned to Jamie. “She’s sending me something to watch, and she says I have to do it on a computer.”

“Something bad?”

I shook my head. “No, considering she sounded like she was trying not to laugh the short time we were on the phone.”

“I could always use laughter,” Jamie noted.

I could too.

We took our coffee and left our plates when we went to the PC in the study.

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