“You’re going on a date with him. Again,” he stated in a matter of fact tone. His jovial demeanor shifted to analyzing. “Things are getting serious?”
“Not in the way you mean. Don’t spy on me when I go. It makes me uncomfortable. I feel like I have to watch what I say.”
His deadpan expression was trained on me, compromising. “I won’t have to if you give me updates of your location.”
“Is that really necessary? Aren’t you going over the top?”
“Like I said, when it comes to you, I take everything seriously.” He downed the rest of my coffee. “Time to head to the basement. Your father wants to go over something with our new project. Can I expect to see you at lunch?”
I nodded while gazing at him adoringly.
“Thanks for breakfast, wife.” He grinned. The kind where it shifted my axis and no one else mattered but him.
I sighed. “Anytime.”