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“I trust you.”
“Dessert?” Foster asks.
We’d just finished gorging ourselves on ribs, chicken, sausage, mac and cheese, and baked beans, meaning I am ready to burst.
“Are you serious?”
“I am. I got their bread pudding and peach cobbler.”
“Maybe later. I think I need to lie down.”
He shrugs. “Help me clean up, and we can watch a movie.”
For the first time in a week, I’m happy. Foster seems different, maybe as different as I feel, and I am glad for the change. We pack away the leftovers and put them in the refrigerator. He washes the dishes and throws me the red dishtowel hanging on the stove handle so I can dry them.
“I think I need a nap,” I say as he hands me the last plate.
Foster frowns. “No. You said you would watch a movie with me.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have more work.”
“I’m done for the evening. Anything else can wait.”
“Oh, I meant to ask about my office.”
“It’s ready for your occupancy. I hope you don’t mind that I selected furniture for you.”
“What kind of furniture?”
“It’s a surprise. I think you’ll like it, and if you don’t, you can pick your own.”
“Thank you.”
“Where should we watch the movie?”
I’m not sure what to say, so I throw it back at him. “Where would you like to watch the movie?”
“We could watch it in the living room or my bedroom.”
After the kisses we’ve shared, the bedroom is the last place I think we should be. Even though this is a fake marriage, we could still end up sleeping together. We had eighteen long months to go, and I’d rather not have any more awkward moments.
“The living room is fine.”
Foster smiles. “The living room it is.”
He leaves to find a movie while I place the last dish in the cherry cabinet, sliding the damp dishtowel back over the stainless stove handle afterward. Our living room is quite comfortable, with overstuffed steel gray sofas and soft wool carpets. I sit in the corner of one against the arm while Foster stretches out on the chaise. While I curl my legs under my body, he once again lets his stare travel up them. He averts his eyes once he sees me watching him.
“What movie?” he asks.
“You choose, I trust you.”
“Suppose I pick some blood and gore movie, would you watch?”
“I ate so much I might be asleep in minutes.”
“It’s only six—too early to go to bed.”
“I haven’t slept well the past few nights.”
