She nods as I walk up to her, put my hand on the small of her back, and push her toward the kitchen.
“Relax, Sorrow. It’s just food.”
She doesn’t relax, though. It’s almost as if she’s waiting for someone to jump out and punk her. Katy is already in thekitchen at the island, drinking a Diet Coke while she taps away on her cell phone.
“I’m going to make something to eat. You want anything?”
“No, I’m good. I’m going to meet some friends and grab a burger. Mom’s been texting, so I’ll probably stop at home tonight to appease them. But don’t be surprised if I’m back tomorrow,” she warns me before jumping up and downing the rest of her drink. She leans over the island and kisses my cheek before giving Sorrow a one-armed hug. “I’ll catch you later?”
Sorrow nods and grins at her, waving as Katy skips out of the kitchen.
“Ah, to be seventeen again,” I joke, but curse when Sorrow looks stricken for a minute, reminding me that seventeen was not a good year for her. “Shit, I just keep putting my foot in it.”
She sighs and lets it go. But Christ, I need to do better, or she’ll think I’m throwing it in her face all the time.
“Sit. I’ll make something.” I open the fridge and rummage through it before grabbing a couple of eggs and holding them up. “I need to do a grocery run, so it’s looking like omelets or soup.”
She points to the eggs.
“Omelets it is. You wanna grate some cheese for me while I chop the veggies?”
She nods and takes the cheese and grater from me.
“Anything you don’t like?”
With a shake of her head, she steals a cherry tomato and pops it into her mouth before she starts on the cheese.
It doesn’t take long to cook, and once they’re ready, I plate them up and sit at the island before digging in. She moans in appreciation, making my dick twitch. This woman and her food noises are going to be the death of me.
I focus on my plate and finish just before she does.
“You want to watch a movie or, I don’t know, talk?”
She cocks her brow at me.
“Well, I’ll talk, and you can type.”
She shrugs but pulls out her cell phone.
What do you want to talk about?
“Damned if I know. Everything and nothing. Apart from the elephant in the room, we have a lot of history between us. And yet, I’m not sure I know you at all anymore.”
She cradles her cell phone to her chest and bites her lip as I place the dishes in the sink.
“If you want to stop at any time, you can.”
Her cheeks take on a pink hue, making me realize how that sounded.
I grin, enjoying how bashful she is. “Come on.” I half-drag her to the sitting room and lead her to the sofa. She sits down and takes off her sneakers before curling her feet up underneath her.
That’s when she looks down and realizes that she still has paint all over her.
She jumps up, but I grab her to stop her. “It’s dry now, but you do have it on your face and in your hair. So if you want to take a shower, you’re more than welcome. You can borrow one of my shirts to sleep in.” I frown at the shirt she’s currently wearing and run my fingers over it. “Or maybe I should say, you can borrow another one?”
She makes a face.
“Let me guess, Katy? Don’t worry about it. I have dozens of shirts I never wear. I seem to get a new one every year for Christmas.”
