Page 46 of The Last Love Story
Everything has been so upside down and backward that I don’t know what I’m doing or thinking.
But I know I like being around him, so I need to chill out and focus on that.
“I was thinking of making some pancakes. Sound good?” he asks.
My brow furrows and I open the refrigerator, surprised to find it stocked with food.
“Did you go shopping?” I ask, confused.
He chuckles and hands me a Post-it.
“Apparently, Papa Jackson was busy before he flew out to Vegas.”
Jade,
Figured you’d need some food in your fridge when you got home.
Love ya.
Dad
That’s Dad. Always going several steps above and beyond. Flying out to Vegas to surprise me? Cool, just a quick stop at the store to stock my fridge first.
My mom was an absentee parent at best, but my dad more than made up for it.
I turn back to Justin. “Pancakes sound great. Interested in an omelet on the side?”
“Sounds delicious.”
He starts opening cabinets and looking around for the mixing bowls. I almost tell him where they are, but I kind of like the look of him bending over and rummaging through the cabinets. It’s almost like he belongs here.
Plus, the way he smiles when he finds what he’s looking for is utterly adorable.
“Okay if I put on some music?”
He turns and looks at me with an amused smirk. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’re one of those people who likes to do things in complete silence.”
He laughs as he spins the lazy Susan and pulls out some of the dry ingredients for pancakes. “Definitely not.”
I connect my phone to the Bluetooth speaker, then pause again.
“Any requests?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you want.”
I scoff at that. “If I pick, it’ll be all Taylor Swift.”
“I don’t care.” He squints at me. “Should I care?”
“No. I just want to be considerate of what you like.”
“Listen to what you enjoy, Jade. I’m not here to control you. Just like with watching TV shows together, I want to know what music you enjoy. What songs bring you to life. Plus, I’m man enough to admit that I love Queen Tay Tay. So put it on.”
I swallow hard. “Okay.”
I settle on a playlist of some of my favorite Taylor Swift songs, then go back to the fridge and pull out the eggs and cheese.
