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tomorrow?”
She shrugged. “We’ll handle each day as it comes.”
“Jennifer—”
She dropped the robe off her shoulders. He saw the creamy skin and the tops of her breasts . . . and he was lost. “Right. Tomorrow.”
“Now, let’s concentrate on today.”
“I think we found something we can agree on.”
Eight
There are times when you need to follow your head and not your heart.
—Grandma Gladys, The Duchess
“W HAT IS THAT ?” P AUL PEEKED OVER HER SHOULDER at the pot on the stove.
Jennifer gave the food a final stir. “Dinner.”
He slid next to her with his back against the counter. Facing her, he screwed up his mouth, letting her know what he thought of her choice. “No thanks.”
“Why?”
“Looks like fish eyes.”
“Oh, come on.” When he raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything, she stared at the grains. “It’s quinoa.”
“Sounds as bad as it looks.”
“It’s healthy.”
He reached over and slipped a beer out of the refrigerator.
“You’re not selling it.”
“You need to try new things.”
“I’m good with what I know.”
Even though they were joking—well, she was—the words echoed in her brain. Something about him being satisfied and her wanting more sounded like a blueprint for their relationship. She worked as a way to pay the bills, knowing there was more out there. Something bigger. He’d been paying the bills for so long he didn’t want or expect more from that part of his life.
Some days she secretly blamed him for not joining her in a thirst to know what else they could be and do. Other days she envied his calm reassurance. He worked honest and hard. That was worth something, and she hated her mental wanderings that suggested otherwise.
“Does this mean you agree?” he asked.
When he just stared at her with his handsome face wide with hope, she knew she’d missed part of the conversation. “About?”
“What I just said.”
“Fill me in.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Admit you weren’t listening to me.”
She grabbed the pot off the stove and moved it to the counter to have something to do. “Of course not.”
Before she could turn around or leave the room, he snuck up behind her and reached around until his hands rested on her stomach. His body rested against hers and his chin balanced on her shoulder. “It’s okay to zone out now and then.”
“This conversation is ridiculous,” she said as she tilted her head to the side to give her better access to her neck.
His mouth found her shoulder. Her earlobe. “I think you’re afraid to admit it since you frequently yell at me for not listening.”
She set the pot down and turned around in his arms until she faced him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she pulled him in closer. “I do not yell.”
“Guess I’m thinking of my other girlfriend.”
She leaned back and punched him in the shoulder. “Aren’t you funny?”
After a beat of silence, his eyebrows straightened. “You okay?”
“Offended by your taste in food, but yes.”
“You’ve spent a lot of time the last few days with your body here but your mind somewhere else. I just want to make sure you’re . . . I don’t know, content.”
For him, that was a good word. It meant happy. To her, it still meant settling or at least standing still.
She kissed his chin. “I’m definitely content.”
“Any chance you’re also willing to make something else for dinner?”
She playfully shoved him away and turned back to the pot.
“You’re eating the quinoa. It will be good for you to try something new.”
“That theory has never worked for me.”
She feared it never would.
Months later, the sex remained smoking hot, but the same old arguments surfaced. The restless energy bubbled inside her. As much as he slid into a sense of contentment, Jennifer longed to try new things.
She loved going to the office and working with her coworkers on targeted sales plans for new household products. She
She shrugged. “We’ll handle each day as it comes.”
“Jennifer—”
She dropped the robe off her shoulders. He saw the creamy skin and the tops of her breasts . . . and he was lost. “Right. Tomorrow.”
“Now, let’s concentrate on today.”
“I think we found something we can agree on.”
Eight
There are times when you need to follow your head and not your heart.
—Grandma Gladys, The Duchess
“W HAT IS THAT ?” P AUL PEEKED OVER HER SHOULDER at the pot on the stove.
Jennifer gave the food a final stir. “Dinner.”
He slid next to her with his back against the counter. Facing her, he screwed up his mouth, letting her know what he thought of her choice. “No thanks.”
“Why?”
“Looks like fish eyes.”
“Oh, come on.” When he raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything, she stared at the grains. “It’s quinoa.”
“Sounds as bad as it looks.”
“It’s healthy.”
He reached over and slipped a beer out of the refrigerator.
“You’re not selling it.”
“You need to try new things.”
“I’m good with what I know.”
Even though they were joking—well, she was—the words echoed in her brain. Something about him being satisfied and her wanting more sounded like a blueprint for their relationship. She worked as a way to pay the bills, knowing there was more out there. Something bigger. He’d been paying the bills for so long he didn’t want or expect more from that part of his life.
Some days she secretly blamed him for not joining her in a thirst to know what else they could be and do. Other days she envied his calm reassurance. He worked honest and hard. That was worth something, and she hated her mental wanderings that suggested otherwise.
“Does this mean you agree?” he asked.
When he just stared at her with his handsome face wide with hope, she knew she’d missed part of the conversation. “About?”
“What I just said.”
“Fill me in.”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Admit you weren’t listening to me.”
She grabbed the pot off the stove and moved it to the counter to have something to do. “Of course not.”
Before she could turn around or leave the room, he snuck up behind her and reached around until his hands rested on her stomach. His body rested against hers and his chin balanced on her shoulder. “It’s okay to zone out now and then.”
“This conversation is ridiculous,” she said as she tilted her head to the side to give her better access to her neck.
His mouth found her shoulder. Her earlobe. “I think you’re afraid to admit it since you frequently yell at me for not listening.”
She set the pot down and turned around in his arms until she faced him. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she pulled him in closer. “I do not yell.”
“Guess I’m thinking of my other girlfriend.”
She leaned back and punched him in the shoulder. “Aren’t you funny?”
After a beat of silence, his eyebrows straightened. “You okay?”
“Offended by your taste in food, but yes.”
“You’ve spent a lot of time the last few days with your body here but your mind somewhere else. I just want to make sure you’re . . . I don’t know, content.”
For him, that was a good word. It meant happy. To her, it still meant settling or at least standing still.
She kissed his chin. “I’m definitely content.”
“Any chance you’re also willing to make something else for dinner?”
She playfully shoved him away and turned back to the pot.
“You’re eating the quinoa. It will be good for you to try something new.”
“That theory has never worked for me.”
She feared it never would.
Months later, the sex remained smoking hot, but the same old arguments surfaced. The restless energy bubbled inside her. As much as he slid into a sense of contentment, Jennifer longed to try new things.
She loved going to the office and working with her coworkers on targeted sales plans for new household products. She
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