“You live with me, and it’s our home, and that struck me as strange for a moment.”
I stepped closer to her and pushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “I like hearing you say it’s our home.”
“It doesn’t bother you that Jack lived there, does it?”
Her question threw me for a loop, and from the look on her face, I wasn’t entirely sure she meant to ask that question out loud. “Not at all. It’s your house, and you love it, so that makes me love it too.”
Sutton opened her mouth to say something, then shut it. Studying me for a minute, she finally said, “I’ll stop and pick up some beer; I don’t think we have any.”
I closed my eyes and placed my hand over my left pec. “The woman knows the way to my heart.”
Laughing, Sutton pushed me lightly. “I am married to you, after all. It only took me a day to realize you like to have at least one beer after work.”
“You got me there.”
We stood there, smiling at each other like two kids who weren’t sure what to do next.
“Okay…you still like pepperoni and cheese?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“I’ll get the food, you get the booze. See you at the house in a few.”
“Okay,” Sutton said as she set the alarm and then stepped out and locked the door.
We walked in silence to her car, and I opened her door for her.
“Drive safe, Brody,” Sutton said softly.
“Same to you.”
I shut the door and watched as she backed out and drove away. Turning on my heels, I headed to my truck with a goofy-ass smile on my face.