“We’re learning all kinds of things about our parents this week.”
They were quiet for a moment, then Robert pulled his phone out of his pocket. “See what’s on Prime. I’m going to order a pie. Pepperoni and sausage?”
“No. Just cheese.”
“We’ll get two.”
“And garlic knots. Don’t forget the garlic knots again. They’re my favorite.”
“And buffalo hot wings,” he added.
“Don’t get the ones that make you breathe fire. They’re too spicy.”
“But I like them spicy.”
“But I don’t.”
He gave her an exaggerated scowl, and she couldn’t help laughing because she loved that they bickered sometimes. Of course, it was all in play, and it brought liveliness into their relationship.
“I’ll order extra ranch,” he said, as a compromise.
While Robert ordered food, she opened a bottle of wine and brought two glasses into the living room before flopping onto the couch.
“Why don’t you change?” Robert suggested, taking the seat next to her and picking up his glass of wine.
She’d put her contacts in before she left the office, but she still wore her skirt suit and pumps, and her hair was still pulled back in a ponytail, although it was a disheveled mess at this point and looked as if she just woke up from a fitful night’s sleep. She leaned her head back on the couch and closed her eyes. “I’m too tired. I just want to eat pizza and drink wine.”
“You’ve earned it.” Robert smiled at her with affection for a moment, then removed her shoes one by one and placed her feet on the coffee table. He picked up the remote and started flipping through the selections. “Scream?”
She lifted her head from the back of the couch. “What?”
“The new Scream. Do you want to watch it?” He chuckled. “Or we can both just scream, if you want.”
She would love to scream at the top of her lungs right now, but, again, she was too tired. “Yeah. I love Neve Campbell and Courtney Cox. I wish they were on TV more. People want to see them. They’re stars. Like you. Football fans hate having to wait until next season to see your face.”
“I do commercial endorsements,” he said, sounding offended that she didn’t notice his face on TV all year long and on advertisements.
She did.
“And your fans love it.”
He shrugged, modestly. “I guess.”
“I always did. Still do”
His brows shot up. “Really?”
“Yes. Why do you think I kissed you before I shot out of the bar the night we met? And why I couldn’t resist you? I could have easily assigned you to one of my associates and just supervised your progress. I didn’t. I handled your treatment personally. I wanted to be the one to glide the ultrasound wand over your majestic thigh and massage that gorgeous bod.”
He stared at her with a cocky smile, absorbing the compliments. “I knew it. I knew you wanted me.”
“Yes. I did. And I still do.”
The doorbell rang, announcing that food had arrived. None too soon because Amber was famished. While Robert answered it, she pulled the hair tie from her ponytail and threw on a pair of lounge pants and a T-shirt and slipped into a pair of fuzzy slippers.
She waited in the bedroom, since she didn’t want the delivery guy to see her in her night clothes, but Robert was engaged in a lengthy conversation with him. When the front door finally closed, she headed to the kitchen and pulled a stack of paper plates out of the cabinet. “What were you talking to him about for so long?”
“You’re not going to believe this.”
