Page 71 of When He Was Mine

“Would you consider getting one?” I asked.

“Maybe after we’re married.”

“I’ll hold you to that. I need a shower. Do you want to come in with me?”

“How about a bath?”

I chuckled. “Baths with you are trouble.”

“No more than showers are,” he said with a grin.

“Oh my, this was delicious,” I said as I finished off my bowl of spaghetti. After we showered, Oliver made spaghetti while I put together a salad and made some garlic bread.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

I patted my full belly. “You can cook for me anytime.”

“Let’s clean up and relax.”

“I’d like another glass of wine. This was good,” I said gesturing to the bottle of merlot Oliver opened.

He poured me another glass and I got up to take my bowl and his to the sink. We worked together and within ten minutes, we were relaxing on the couch with glasses of wine. I had my back propped against the arm of the couch while Oliver massaged my feet.

“Your feet are sexy,” he said.

“That’s what you think are sexy?”

“The whole package is sexy but your feet are too. I like this polish,” he said as he rubbed the nail of my right big toe. I had applied two coats of black cherry polish a couple of days ago.

“I like it too.”

“You know I can have the salon come here to give you a private manicure and pedicure.”

“I usually do it myself. I only go to the salon once in a while.”

He slid his hand up my leg, stopping at the hem of my short pink satin robe.

I yawned. “I’m tired.”

“Are you sure? I bet if I used my tongue, you would find some energy.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve decided that you’re worse than a teenage boy. I have to call Matthew and let him know I’m taking Blackie here tomorrow. I want to make sure it’s all right with him.”

He smiled. “You decided to stay?”

I snorted. “You act like I’m leaving for good. It was one night.”

“But I love having you with me.”

I pressed a hard kiss to his lips then stood up to call my brother. I went to our bedroom and hit Matthew’s contact information.

“What’s up?” my brother said as he answered.

“I want to bring Blackie here,” I said, pressing the phone to my ear as I paced around the bedroom.

My brother’s voice crackled through the line after a moment's hesitation. “Why? You usually stay at my place when you take care of him.”

I took a deep breath, glancing out the sliders to the patio. “I wasn’t living with Oliver the last time I took care of Blackie.”

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