“Kate? Are you here?” My voice rings out in the apartment. It’s silent except for some thuds coming from the kitchen. What is she doing? I follow the sounds and see her pulling out the baking dish I used to make her dinner. “What are you doing?”
“Cooking you breakfast?” She’s unsure of herself. She points to the can of cinnamon rolls. “It’s not much. But how badly can I screw these up?”
“I’m sure they will be delicious.” We haven’t talked about what happened the other night at her parents. She had girl’s night and the past two days we’ve been swamped at work. This is the last Saturday we’ll be able to sleep in for a while.
“How are your parents handling you staying over here?” She asks as she sprays the pan. “I hope they aren’t angry with me.”
“Not at all.” Which is weird. I thought they’d take the news of me moving out badly. “I think they’re happy they can be all lovey dovey without me being there to complain.”
“Think of all the making out they’ll be doing all over the kitchen.”
“Blegh, why would you put that image in my mind? That’s pure evil, woman.”
Kate points the can of cinnamon rolls at me. “Firstly, don’t call me woman,” she opens the casing and puts them in the dish, “secondly, at least they love each other.”
“Speaking of,” this isn’t really territory I want to cross first thing in the morning, but something has to be said, “what are you going to do about your parents?”
She doesn’t answer me immediately. “I’m not sure. I know I need to talk to them, but I think I need to do it on my own.”
“Understandable.” As much as I want to be there for her if things go sideways, I know she’ll be able to handle it. Maybe they can really reconcile and rebuild their relationship. “Don’t forget to set the timer,” I say as she slides the cinnamon rolls into the oven.
“I know.” She studies the oven for a moment before picking up her phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Setting a timer. I don’t know how to work the one on the stove.”
That’s something I’ll have to show her later if she’ll be cooking more often. “What do you want to do today? It looks like this is our last free weekend for the foreseeable future.”
“I don’t know. Maybe go to the bar? I heard there’s supposed to be a decent band there tonight.”
It’s not a bad idea. I like live music as much as the next person. “But that’s not until tonight. What are we going to do the rest of the day?”
She stalks toward me. Her eyes never leaving mine. “After we eat breakfast, you’re going to join me in the bedroom. I don’t plan on leaving the apartment until later tonight. Does that sound good?”
I pull her to me, and lift her up. “That sounds like the best idea you’ve had all morning.”
She giggles as I walk backward toward the hallway. “What about the cinnamon rolls?”
“Screw breakfast.”
With a poke to my side, I release her. “That’s what you think, but I don’t want the fire department showing up when the smoke detectors go off.”
“Fine,” I follow her back into the kitchen, “but I propose breakfast in bed.”
“I can get down with that.” Huh, that didn’t take much convincing.
The bar parking lot is mostly full when we get there. We’ll be lucky to get a standing table. Not that I plan on spending a ton of time at the table. If I have my way, we’ll be on the dance floor the majority of the evening.
I drop Kate off at the front door before parking my car. I find a spot at the very back of the lot. I’ve never seen it this full. Even when they have live music. I lock up the car and hurry to the front door. She’s waiting for me just inside the door.
“Good news,” Kate says as she leans into me, “Delilah says there’s about to be an empty high top, and we’ve got dibs.”
“We aren’t dancing?” That’s the main reason I come here when I do.
“Yes, but not until after I eat.” Her stomach growls at the mention of food. “I’m starving.”
“That tends to happen when you keep me in bed all day.”
