He moved in, took hold of her hips, then took what he wanted from her mouth.
She looked dazed when he lifted his head and said, “Hullo.”
This smile she gave him was a little hazy, but he liked it too.
She recovered and explained, “The faucet was on. It was easier to hear and be heard that way.”
“Right,” he replied.
“Davi sends her love.”
“Right,” he repeated.
“How was the meeting?” she asked.
“They’re working up an offer.”
Her brows lifted. “Are you happy about it?”
“Aye. Very.”
Her smile returned.
“I’m making bangers and mash?” he asked.
“Please,” she replied.
“How’s Davi’s bathroom coming on?”
“I think we licked it for all the important bits. We just have to find a contractor to fit them.”
“Not the easiest part.”
“No, but we’ll lick that too.”
He had no doubt.
She had renovations in full swing at the New York apartment because, “I’ve always wanted to do that to make it more me, but Mum always pushed back,” and she was nowhere near that flat.
Then again, she insisted on still looking after her father’s properties being nowhere near them either.
All this meant more binders but fuck it.
She was like his mum. She liked to be busy. And she loved to do things for people she loved.
“I’ll get started on dinner,” he said.
“Great, but just a note we popped into St. James Quarter, and I grabbed you that Kiehl’s stuff you like. It’s in your top drawer by your sink.”
Dair blinked slowly before asking, “Sorry?”
“You used it at Dad’s place in Prescott?” she asked for confirmation.
“The face stuff?” he asked the same.
She nodded.
“You noticed that?”
