Page 110 of Flame
I grin. “Hey, I have friends now. I might want to go see Becca. And I heard there’s a pizza night on Fridays around here.”
He grips my thigh and gives it a gentle shake. “We need to remember that just because we’ve decided to stay married doesn’t mean that we’re in the clear, okay? We still need to be careful and keep our head down for a while.”
“I know, I know. Speaking of which, have you actually heard from Jason? I really want to get an update on things so I can get back to my life.”
Foxx’s face falls. “Yeah. Let’s sit down with him soon and figure out where we go from here.”
“Sounds good.”
Something about the look on his face makes my stomach twist. I don’t have time to ask him about it because we pull into the driveway.Of our home.
He presses the button, and the garage door rises.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Carmichael,” Foxx says, slowly pulling into the bay.
“Is it weird that I’m excited?”
“Considering your house is a mansion and this place …”
I lean over the console and kiss him. “This place is perfect. It’s our home, and I couldn’t love it more.”
He kisses the tip of my nose before we climb out of the truck.
“How will you handle it when I mess up your organizational systems?” I ask, kidding but also not.
He lugs our suitcases to the ground and fires me a look. “We’ll need some boundaries.”
“Do you mean like if something needs to be put away out here, you’ll do it? Or like I can do it, but if it goes in the wrong spot, you’ll spank me?”
He chuckles. “Why do I have a feeling those options were volunteered because you’re happy with either outcome?”
“Because you know me well.”
We start toward the door when Damaris’s voice filters into the garage.
“Hey, kids,” she calls.
We poke our heads around the corner. I wave.
“Hi, Mom,” Foxx says.
“I’m glad you’re back. I’m shopping for a new couch with Brooke tomorrow, Bianca, if you want to come. I have narrowed it down to three. I’m going to pick one, and Kixx can kiss my ass.”
Foxx leans back so Damaris can’t see him. “The couch is a no. Just try to get her to hold off, if you can.”
“Why?”
“I’ll explain later.”
Okay.
“Foxx?” his mother says. “I know you just got back, but can you come over here for a second? I think my water heater is going out, and I can’t get your dad to check it for me.”
“You have four other sons, you know.”
“Yes, but you’re my favorite.”
I giggle.
