Her orgasm rolls through her, pulls me with her, and we tumble over the edge together, gasping for breath, heaving, sweaty.
And when we start to come down the other side, I grip her chin in my fingers and pull her lips to mine.
“I love you, Wildfire.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
JULIET
When I glance at my phone after finishing with dinner prep, I notice that I missed another call from Chad. The attorney has called me twice this week, and I’ve missed them both. Whenever I call him back, he’s in meetings, so we’re playing a massive game of phone tag.
I assume that if it were an emergency, he’d say so in his voicemail, but I’m curious about what he has to tell me.
With a sigh, I tap on his number, and his receptionist, Rose, answers.
“This is Kincaid and Leonard, attorneys at law, Rose speaking.”
“Hi, Rose, this is Juliet Blackwell. I missed another of Chad’s calls.”
“Boy, you two are having a hard time tracking each other down, aren’t you? Well, it seems you’re out of luck again because he’s left for the day. He’s in court for the rest of the afternoon.”
“Of course, he is,” I reply with a chuckle. “I’ll try back tomorrow.”
“Sounds good. He’ll be in his office all day tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Rose.”
After hanging up, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I’m tired, but in a good way. I met Noah here at five this morning to get him acquainted with the kitchen and to discuss ideas for what to put in the case this week. I’msohappy that he took the job, and he’s excited to get started, taking over the bread and sweet side of the menu. I’ll handle it two days a week on his days off, which will be a huge weight taken off my shoulders.
I’ve decided to start going into the restaurant from midmorning through the afternoon to prep for lunch and dinner, and handle all the business side of things. I’ve also hired two more waitstaff, and I’m finally at a place where, with Christy as my new manager, I feel like Sage & Citrus is a well-oiled machine.
It makes me beyond happy.
“Okay, you guys are all prepped for dinner,” I tell Tandy, who’s building a salad for Harper. My friend will swing by for it on her way home from work. I wondered if, as she progressed through her pregnancy, she’d start craving other things, but she’s still stuck like glue to this salad. “I also got all of the food put away from the shipment that came in, so there shouldn’t be any issues, but you have my number if you need me.”
“We won’t need you,” Erica says as she bustles by. “We’re professionals now.”
I laugh and nod in agreement. “You’re the best. I have such an amazing team. None of you can ever leave me.”
“If Noah’s here every morning,” Tandy says, “you couldn’t make me leave if you tried.”
“No flirting with my pastry chef,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes. “I mean it.”
“Dammit,” Tandy grumbles. “She’s no fun at all.”
I gather my things and leave the restaurant, walking toward home. Brooks should be home by about five, and I promised himthat we’d have steak fajitas for dinner. I already have the meat in a marinade in the fridge.
Ilovecooking for my husband.
In fact, just thinking that thought makes me grin. I know it might sound like a cliché, the little woman cooking for her man, but I enjoy it. Food is my love language, and the fact that Brooks likes what I cook is just a huge bonus. My favorite part, though, is cleaning up together afterward—doing dishes, talking about our day, and making out in the kitchen.
Okay, making out with Brooks anywhere is my favorite thing. The man cankiss.And don’t even get me started on the sex in the rain last week.
Holy shit, that’s going to be a core memory for the rest of my life.
Once I’m home, I make sure that I have everything for dinner, just in case I have to make a last-minute run to the store, but all of the ingredients are here. I have a couple of hours before Brooks is due home, and I glance across the street, smiling at our house just across the street.
