“It smells delicious already. Vanessa wants to cook for us on Saturday.”
“Why?”
“She wants you to bring cake.”
Fitz grins. “I am her dealer.”
“You don’t put anything in the cakes, do you?”
“A bit of cannabis. Just enough to make your sister giggly. She loves it.”
“You’re joking.”
“I am. But the look on your face was worth it.”
He grabs my hand and drags me over to the sofa. Okay, he doesn’t exactly drag me because there’s no way he could make me move if I didn’t want to be. He sits down, and the moment I do the same, he flops against my shoulder.
“Tired?” I ask, wrapping my arm around him.
“A bit.”
“I could have cooked.”
He shrugs. “I was okay until I stopped. How was work?”
“Tree-like.”
He sniggers. “Do you talk to trees or pretend to be a tree?”
“Neither.”
He knows what I do, so he’s just being silly. Not that I mind. I turn the TV on, and we sit and watch the news. Or rather, I watch the news while Fitz dozes on me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t take a break today. He probably baked those amazing cupcakes during the shop’s quiet period. He loves that shop, and he puts everything into making it a success. I’m so proud of him for turning his dreams into reality.
The oven timer starts to beep, so I gently shake Fitz awake.
“Huh?” he asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’ll get dinner.”
“Can I do anything?”
“Make drinks?”
“I can do that.”
We move around each other in the kitchen. Fitz serves up the delicious-smelling meal he’s cooked while I make us both a soft drink.
“What happened with your date?” I ask once we’ve started eating.
“I neverhada date.”
“All right. What happened with the woman who asked you out?”
Fitz shrugs. “I told her I wouldn’t want to sleep with her right away, and she decided she only wanted a bit of fun, not any kind of commitment.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s better to know now than on Valentine’s Day.”
“I don’t have to see Beatrice.”
