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I feel like I’m back in high school.
I’ve given her the option to sleep in the other room, and so far, this hasn’t been something we have had to face with passing out on the couch last night.
“Dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes, do what you normally do when you get home from work.” Peyton turns back to the stove. “Which would be…”
I observe her again with a smile. Scout is back by her side, waiting for something to drop on the floor and she’s oblivious to my perusal of her.
“I usually work out, shower and then continue working.” I reply.
She looks back at me. “You come home from work, to only work more?”
“I like to get ahead of things. I’ll be back, I’m going to shower the work day off of me,” I wink at her. Her face flushes and she turns back to the stove.
“Thirty minutes, Buster.” She warns.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Not much longer after I disappeared, I’m returning back to the delicious smell of dinner. Peyton has plated our food and is filling wine glasses that I wasn’t aware that I had with red wine. I slide into a chair across from her at the table and place my napkin on my lap.
She looks expectantly at me confusing me as to what’s happening.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
“I’m waiting for you to try it,” she explains. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be creepy about it. This is my favorite recipe and I always like to capture the first bite on new people.”
I nod, feeling a little self-conscious, but give in and get some of the meal on my fork, bring it to my mouth and have it attack all of my senses in the most amazing way. I linger with the taste and chew slowly as my eyes roll into the back of my head. I’m not exaggerating but experiencing this moment. I’m not sure how much time has gone by, but by the time that I’ve come back to planet Earth from what was like heaven—Peyton is digging into her own plate.
“Did I have all of this in the fridge?” I ask.
“Not at all. I’ve never seen an empty fridge. I mean I have, like when you first move into a new place, but it looks like you’ve never used the thing. And that’s a really nice fridge, how could you not use it. I’d kill for a fridge like that, although back home, I’m pretty sure I would get robbed if someone saw it in my kitchen. No, it would be the entire kitchen, that thing is huge.” She rambles.
“I take it that, you’re finding your way around the city?”
“There some cute stores around here, expensive as hell. But totally cute. I also asked the downstairs guy and he pointed me in all the right directions.”
“You didn’t need to go and spend your money,” I tell her.
“How else would we eat? I’m only here for another three days and I’m not going to eat takeout the whole time. While it’s good takeout, I can cook some things, and your kitchen is made for cooking.”
“Give me a list of things that you will need and I’ll have the food delivered.” I tell her.
“I think I got enough to last, maybe even make you some things for when I go back home.”
That thought saddens me, but I shake it off and try to change the subject.
“So, I have some good news,” I begin, “I work all day tomorrow, and can’t get away for lunch, but the following day, I have off and we can do whatever you wish.”
Her smile takes over her face and she’s almost bouncing in her seat at my news.
“Anything?” she asks.
“Anything,” I tell her.
Chapter Twelve
“This one time in Vegas, each time we walked the Strip, the strip club and escort girls would give me their pamphlets and brochures—ignoring everyone else in our group, including our single guy friends.”
PEYTON
