I looked down at Karter in disbelief as I shut the door.
She grinned and stood erect as the door closed. “Well, what’d you want me to do, lie?”
I shook my head. “No, I guess not.”
“Step aside, I’m hungry. Want some breakfast?” she asked as she walked between me and the door.
I watched as she walked her signature Karter walk into the kitchen and started digging through the pots and pans. It wasn’t even noon, and Karter had painted a masterpiece, we had sex one and a half times, she cut off my underwear, we had a visit by the police, and now she was cooking brunch.
My life with Karter, if it was nothing else, would be…
Perfect.