Page 56 of The Taste of Deceit

“That can wait, Baby Girl.”

“Just let me start one load,” I protest. “If I get behind, I’ll never get caught up.”

He releases me and takes a step back, studying me for a moment.

“You know we can hire someone for that.”

I wrinkle my nose.

“No way. I’m not having someone in our house doing our laundry.”

A quiet chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head.

“You’re so stubborn.”

“I’m not stubborn.”

He smiles and pulls me against his chest, making me tilt my head to look up at him.

“You are. We could have someone clean this entire house. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

He brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“That would be too weird,” I tell him. “I don’t mind taking care of our home.”

“I know you don’t,” he says. “But you don’t have to. You do realize I’m not broke.”

I bite my lip, trying not to laugh.

“How not broke are you?”

A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Sarah,” he says, glancing around the house. “Look around.”

“I mean, if you had to put it into words.”

A laugh rumbles in his chest. He leans down until his lips are beside my ear.

“Let’s just say Mikey pays me very well.”

I lean back enough to look up at him.

“That’s not a number.”

“No,” he says with a grin. “It’s not.”

“You don’t trust me?”

He narrows his eyes, studying me for a second.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

He lets go of my waist and takes my hand.

“Come on.”