Page 31 of Daddy's Little Farmer

He pressed his lips against her temple. “I’m glad, too. How about we get some of the things you want to take packed? You won’t need a lot because I’ll get whatever you need.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to spend money on me. I’ve got enough of everything.”

He rolled his eyes behind her head so she couldn’t see. There was no way he wouldn’t pay an extravagant amount to make this woman happy.

They walked up the steps and stopped at her bedroom door. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Do you want me to get your things, and then we can pack them in my room?”

She inhaled and shook her head. “No. I can do this.”

“I’ll be right with you. Just tell me what to do.”

“Okay.”

It took an hour to pack the clothes and things, and they put them by the back door to be loaded onto one of the trailers. The two walked through the rooms, checked and locked everything but the back door, and ensured she had everything she wanted. He tried to get her to leave some clothing behind, but she said she was comfortable with the ones she was taking. He could see she was getting overwhelmed, so he let it go.

“How about I make us dinner?” he said.

She looked at him. “How?”

“Don’t they have a pizza delivery here?”

She laughed. “Yes. I can’t remember the last time I had it.”

“Is it any good?”

“I thought so.”

“Tell me what kind you like, and then give me the number.”

Forty-five minutes later, a car pulled up, and a teenage boy got out with two boxes.

Rafael paid the kid and grinned when he heard the yell from the guy when he realized what tip was given. He bet he had never had a hundred-dollar gift before.

Mara had plates and forks on the table and poured two glasses of water when he set the two boxes on the table. He opened hers and made a face.

“What?” she asked.

“Who gets a pizza with just cheese on it?” he asked disgustingly.

He opened his own and heard her gasp.

“Rafael, all that is meat. Are you trying to have a heart attack?”

He laughed and yanked her into his arms. “I don’t get this very often, so I go all out when I do.” He leaned back to see her face. “Okay?”

She wrinkled her nose and nodded.

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to her lips and sat down.

They ate pizza, watched a movie, and cuddled on the sofa, and it was one of the most peaceful times he could remember having. He needed to make a conscious effort to do this with her at least once a week when they got home.

Chapter Sixteen

Mara leaned back against Rafael’s chest. That would have been the perfect night if it weren’t for her underlying grief. Being with him was so easy.

He stood and turned off the TV. “Go up, brush your teeth, and then get into my bed.”

“I’m sleeping with you?”

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