“What about work?” I asked.
“The thing about owning the company, I can work from home as much as I want to. And I was smart and hired a good enough group of people to take care of business that I don’t even need to do much of anything.”
I followed him into the kitchen but pulled him to a stop before he could tell me to sit down. “You don’t have to do this.”
He looked down at me, his expression serious, but his eyes light. “I know, but I want to.”
“Why?”
He kissed my forehead. “Because you need to let someone take care of you for once, and I’m taking the job.”
“Don’t you mean you’re applying for the job?” I asked, hating the way my heart skipped at his words.
“No,” he said easily as he released my hand. “Because that implies you have other possibilities, and I refuse to accept that.”
His tone had a teasing note to it, but it didn’t fool me for a minute. Unless I wanted to specifically tell him that I didn’t want to be here, that I didn’t want him taking care of me, he wasn’t going anywhere.
It surprised me how much I liked that idea.