Page 191 of Mountain Grump
I widen mine back. “Seriously.”
Tilda huffs, like she’s disappointed, making me smile. “Okay, so, it’s a baking competition. It’s awesome. And we’ll watch more of the regular episodes another time.” As much as I don’t give a single fuck aboutbaking shows, I don’t disagree. Because her talking about watching more means she’s accepting that I’ll be over here more. “One of the hosts is this guy.” She points at the screen, and I turn to see an attractive older man glaring at someone as they use a mixer. “He’s Chef Mike. And his usualcohost is awesome, but this is a special fundraiser episode, so his cohost is his wife.”
They pan to a happy-looking blonde woman in a brightly colored dress.Okay, so good-looking older man and a girl in party dresses. I see why my Mountain Fairy likes this show.
“What’s the fundraiser for?” I ask around vanilla frosting.
“They have a scholarship program thing they’re always promoting.” She waves her fork, dismissing my question. “This episode is special because it’s Alice’s birthday.”
“Alice?”
“The wife,” Tilda says as though I should’ve known her name.
“Ah.”
Tilda hums around a tiny forkful of chocolate cake. “They make all her favorite dishes… And it’s just sweet, ya know?”
I nod.Sure.
“Okay, shh. It’s starting.”
Chapter 103
Tilda
A pressure buildsbetween my thighs.
And builds.
And then my eyes pop open because I’m sliding up the mattress.
Ethan’s eyes are just inches away, and I can tell from the crinkles next to them that he’s smiling. “Morning.”
I tighten my thighs around his leg. “Morning.”
Unlike that first morning together when I accidentally kneed him in the nuts, this time Ethan’s thigh is between mine. And he’s using his leg strength to slide me up the mattress so we’re eye level.
“How does it feel to be thirty?”
My grin is sleepy. “Not so bad.” I wedge one of my arms up between us to cover my yawn. “How does it feel to be… How old are you?”
“Thirty-nine.”
I lift my brows in exaggerated surprise. “Wow. So old.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “If you don’t like ’em old, you should’ve asked my age before you asked me to marry you.”
I scoff. “How dare you suggest such a thing before coffee.”
The thought of coffee has me yawning again.
Ethan presses a kiss to my nose. “Go back to sleep. I just wanted to say bye before I left.”
“You’re leaving?” The jolt of depression that hits my stomach is so instant that it makes me frown.
His replying smile is soft. “I have to go to work.”
Oh. Right.
