“Good to know,” I drawled as I toyed with one of my nipples.
We’d be bringing that topic up again.
“Fuck. Your tits are so gorgeous. I had no way of knowing that I’d marry a woman who put aSportsIllustratedmodel’s to shame. Kid Eoghan is so cheering me on right now.”
“You’re not getting in my panties.”
“I don’t mind a bit of blood.”
“No, but I do.”
“I’ll clean up the bed.”
“Last time looked like a scene from a horror movie!”
“How about the shower?”
Even though I wasn’t menstruating, I still pondered the suggestion. “Maybe. If the cramps come back.”
“Want me to pick up some gingerbread popcorn?”
“Don’t lie. You’ll wait until I leave and then follow me home.”
“I could join you in the car.”
“That’d be the eco-friendly option,” I agreed. “But I’m going with Camille, Star, and Savvie to Aoife’s bakery on Fifth with the kids.”
It wasn’t a lie. But my doctor’s office was around the block…
“Who did you pick for Secret Santa?”
“I knew you could lip-read!”
“Who?”
“That’d be telling.”
“What are you making them?”
My gaze tripped over one of the stores in the building he used as a prop. It’d have been so much damn easier to head in there and buy a gift. But noooo, crafting. Ugh.
“I don’t know.” Wistfully, I looked at the ice-skating rink where kids and adults alike were whirling around an oversized Christmas tree that glittered in the darkening sky. “I’m not the best at making shit.”
“I can sew.”
Well, that put my attention purely back on him. “Youcan sew?!”
“Don’t be sexist.”
“I’m not! My gast is fully flabbered! What can you sew?”
“Mostly open wounds.” He ignored my groan. “But Ma had a dress shop when we were young. I had to go there after school. Used to play with the needles. And scissors, actually.”
“Better than knives.”
“For the eyes, they are.”
“I don’t want to know.”
