“You realize that you’re almost too perfect, right?” I asked. “I’m beginning to wonder if you’re a pod person or an android.”
“I thought I would wait until we’re married before I reveal all my bad habits.”
“That doesn’t sound like an incentive for me to marry you,” I responded.
Jordan grinned. “Should I convince you?”
“I’m not feeling very amenable at the moment,” I teased. “Maybe after a nap.” I paused, my eyes moving over his face. “Am I forgiven, Jordan?”
His hands cupped my face and he leaned forward to kiss me. “Of course you are.”
I rested my forehead against his and gripped his wrists with my hands. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I promise I will never leave you like that again,” I muttered.
“Good. Now, you mentioned a nap and I have to admit I’m exhausted. Want to join me?”
“Sounds perfect.”
For the first time since Milton’s funeral, I didn’t have a nightmare.
After our nap,I made omelets and coffee at two in the afternoon. We lounged on the couch as we ate, sitting in companionable silence.
When we were done, I looked at Jordan and remembered what my father told me that morning.
“My dad is dating your aunt.”
“That’s nice,” Jordan replied absently. Then he straightened and turned toward me. “Wait, what did you say?”
“My father is dating your aunt. I think he likes her a lot. At least that’s how it seemed to me this morning when he and I talked about it.”
“How long has that been going on?” he asked, a frown tugging at his features.
I shrugged. “I’m not sure. Probably not long.” I studied his disgruntled expression. “Does it upset you? It’s not like they’re children and you didn’t seem to mind when we talked about it before.”
“I know,” Jordan sighed. “It might complicate things, though.”
“Yeah, if they get married, we’ll be related,” I pointed out.
“Please shut up,” he groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t want to think about that right now.”
“I wonder if that will make our marriage incestuous,” I mused.
Jordan made a growling noise in the back of his throat before he grabbed me and kissed me hard and deep. “Be quiet.”
I laughed, patting his shoulder. “It’s okay, honey. We aren’t related by blood so it won’t be as frowned upon.”
He kissed me again, long enough to make me forget that I was teasing him. It was so fantastic I decided to poke at him about his aunt and my dad as often as I could if this was my punishment.
