“What was?”
“Sitting on this couch. It’s like it was made for me.”
“Maybe I had you in mind when I picked it out,” he teased.
“I could live in this thing. Who needs a bed?”
His soft chuckle was barely audible from the kitchen, but it brought a smile to my face all the same. It wasn’t often that Liam smiled, so I was glad I could bring out the humor in him.
“Wait, where’s your TV?”
“Don’t have one.”
I sat up suddenly, spinning in my seat, my mouth gaping in confusion and horror. “You don’t have a TV? What kind of psycho are you?”
Again, he paused cutting for a moment to stare at me. “Your psycho.”
Well, that was perfectly sweet.
“How can you possibly function without a TV?”
“Easy,” he shrugged, carrying his cut-up vegetables over to a metal pan, arranging them in a single layer. “I work a lot.”
“You don’t work as much as you used to,” I pointed out.
“And how do you know that?”
“You forget what town we live in. You can’t sneeze without everyone in town knowing why it happened.”
Getting up, I walked over just as he was drizzling olive oil on the vegetables. Curious, I waited to see what else he would add. When that seemed to be all he was going to do, I cleared my throat.
“What else are you adding?”
Again, a small smile touched the corner of his mouth. “What else would you like me to add?”
“Me? Oh, I’m not picky.”
“I’m sure. So, if you were making this, what would you add?”
“I would eat it exactly as you made it,” I grinned, batting my eyelashes at me.
“Uh-huh.”
“With a lot of butter pats. You can never go wrong with butter.”
Chuckling, he snatched a stick of butter out of the fridge. “Butter it is.”
“And a dash of thyme or rosemary wouldn’t hurt,” I smiled sweetly. “If I was making it,” I added quickly.
“Don’t you have a crossword puzzle or something to do?”
Snatching a single carrot off the tray, I took a bite and spun to get the paper off the table. “Maybe.”
After demolishing my carrot, I sauntered back over to the counter and plopped down on one of the stools across from him. “Now, let’s see what’s going on in this sleepy town of ours. Hmm, the mayor is considering running for re-election. There’s a surprise.”
“You don’t like Mayor Cameron?”
“Just the opposite,” I said, flipping the page. “Personally, I think we need more women running this town. Maybe we’d actually get something done,” I grinned.
