“Yep, including my brothers.I talked to my dad today, and he said I should tell them.So I’ll talk to them at work in the morning.I figured they could tell Kelsey and Brooke.”
“That’s a great plan.Very thoughtful of you.”She threw him an admiring glance before cutting open the package of chicken.
Jamie’s chest felt as though it might burst.That had gone so much better than he’d anticipated.What had he expected?That she’d be angry?Maybe.And she had a right to be.But no, she’d been understanding and supportive.
“Can you start a pan for the veggies?They won’t take long, then I’ll cook the chicken in the same pan and we can toss everything together.”
“Sounds great.”He pulled a pan out and heated up a little lemon olive oil.“You must be teeming with ideas.Have you been writing?”
She brought the bowl of vegetables over and dumped them in the pan.She gave him a shy look.“Yeah.It’s been…fun.”
“That’s great.”He pulled a wooden spoon from the drawer.
“Thanks.Hey, do you mind tending the veggies while I slice up the chicken?”
“No problem.”
She smiled at him, her eyes glowing and heating him up in the process.He supposed it could be the burner under the pan, but he knew it was her.Nights like tonight made a future with her seem more than possible.They made it seem necessary.He wanted to hold on to every moment with her.
“And thanks for your support with everything,” she said.“It means a lot to me.”
He leaned back from the stove and kissed her, his lips claiming hers briefly.“Youmean a lot to me.”
Later, after dinner, he showed her just how very much.With help from the whipped cream he’d found in her grocery bag.