Page 66 of Something to Believe In
He tapped his phone twice and hit send. She leaned down and kissed his lips.
His stomach growled, and she chuckled. "We've been in here for six hours. Let me make you something to eat. At this point, it'll be brunch."
"We could go out for brunch."
Standing, she smiled sweetly. "I have some unpacking to do, and I'd love to spend some time in my new home."
His heart fluttered. He laid his hand over his heart. "Mads. You get to me right here."
She chuckled and stepped up to him. "You get me right there, too."
He kissed her lips, and she left the room. His phone rang. It was Jami.
"Hey there. What did you think?"
"Fucking amazing. I mean it, fucking amazing. You did a fantastic job with that."
"It was all Mads. She's been up since three this morning writing. When I woke, she read the words to me, and I could hear the music. Some of it. We have fine-tuning to do, but I think it's a hit."
"I do as well. Oh, hang on, Sean is calling. I'll see if I can connect him to this call."
He heard a few clicks and moved toward the kitchen so Mads could hear the conversation. He sat at the counter on a barstool; she worked on making pancake batter.
Mads jumped when Jami came back on. "Okay, Sean and Axel, are you there?"
"Yes. Mads is too."
"Mads, that is a fucking phenomenal song. Girl, you have some writing chops."
Sean chuckled. "That's a fact. Great job, Mads."
He grinned as her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of dark pink. "Thank you." She shyly responded.
He chuckled. Sean replied. "I'm going to work on this today. Anyone want to meet at the Barn this evening?"
His eyes locked with hers. She'd just said she wanted to stay home today. A smile tilted her lips up, and she nodded.
Winking at her, he replied. "That's a yes from us."
Jami finished the conversation. "Let's plan for four o'clock. I'll have Jace bring dinner again tonight, and we'll have a proper celebration."
He chuckled. "See you then."
Ending the call, he continued to sit and watch Mads work. She looked comfortable in the kitchen. Happy too.
"What do you like about cooking?"
Her eyes looked into his. She smiled sweetly. "It comforts me. I enjoy putting ingredients together and making a meal out of them."
"I've never liked it. It feels fussy to me."
She giggled. "I like some fussy things. Our lives are busy. Pack up and go here. Pack up and come home. Pack up again. Practice. Practice. Practice. I need this break. It's slower and calmer."
Nodding, he grinned. He watched her for a few moments, his heart pounding. He knew what he needed to say. "Marry me."
Laughing, she joked. "Because I can cook?"
"Of course. A man needs to eat."
