Page 34 of This Much Is True
“I can tell.” He grins. “What were you thinking about? Didn’t you hear me pull up or come in?”
I drag my hand down his chest, relishing the contact as long as possible. “I was focusing.”
“On what?”
“On makingyoudinner.”
“I didn’t know you knew how to cook.”
“You haven’t seen me in a long time. I can do lots of things that you don’t know about.”
Our gazes collide as soon as the words come out of my mouth. The corner of Luke’s mouth tugs toward the ceiling.
“I may have you prove that,” he says before walking away.
I heave a breath. “Don’t look at the cake. It’s not a good example of my talents.”
He examines my handiwork with a smirk. “I’d fucking hope not. What happened to this thing?”
“Has anyone ever told you it’s not smart to get lippy with the cook? I could poison you, and you’d never know it.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ll take my chances.”
“You like living on the wild side, huh?”
Luke just laughs.
I turn off the stove and give the pasta a final swish. “How was work? And why don’t you smell like shit?”
“I came in and went straight to the shower.”
“No, you did not. I would’ve heard you.”
“Well, I heard your acapella rendition of ‘Roadhouse Blues.’” He shrugs. “If I was going to make something up, that’s not the song I would’ve led with as my first guess.”
Shit. Maybe he was here, and I didn’t hear him.
“What did you do today?” he asks, taking two glasses from the cupboard. “Anything fun? Do I have any privacy left?”
“Not a thing.” I giggle. “I went through every drawer, closet, and corner of this place. I know everything about you.”
“Good.”
I take out two plates. “Good?”
“Yeah. Now you can reply in kind over dinner.”
His smile warms my heart.
We move silently around the kitchen, handing each other plates and silverware without missing a beat. We then fill our plates, grab our drinks, and sit at the table by the door.
“There were three deer outside today,” I say, pointing at the fencerow. “They stood there forever like they weren’t scared at all.”
“I don’t let anyone hunt out here, so we see a lot of them.”
I grin. “I love that you protect the wildlife. That’s such a green flag.”
He laughs. “A green flag, huh?”
