She grinned. “That’s high praise coming from someone with a mother like yours.”
“I’m aware,” I said.
And she was right about that. My mom cooked like her life depended on it, and if I still lived at home, I’d probably weigh a metric ton.
Kissing me quickly, Waverly stood, reaching for a towel and stepping out of the tub. I followed, only, I stripped out of my wet clothing while she dressed.
“Throw everything in the washer, honey,” Waverly called out from the kitchen. “There’s a robe in my closet you can borrow. Unless you want to walk around buck naked.”
I chuckled as I pulled open the accordion doors that housed her washer and dryer. “You got shit youwant washed?”
She suddenly appeared at the mouth of the hallway holding a rubber spatula. “Are you offering to do my laundry?”
“Yeah.” I frowned. “Is that a problem?”
“If I didn’t have to get these muffins in the oven, I’d kneel before you and suck you off right here and now.”
I chuckled. “In a few minutes, I’ll be walkin’ around buck naked, so you’ll have easy access.”
“My darks are in the hamper in my closet next to that robe I mentioned.”
With a sassy swish of her hips, she walked back to the kitchen, and I dropped in a load of laundry before joining her.
“Smells amazing,” I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “Can I help?”
“You can open that bottle of wine,” she said, turning to face me, raising her head for a kiss.
I grinned, covering her mouth with mine, sliding my hands to her ass and squeezing.
“We should really talk about you leaving some things here,” she said. “I’ll clean out a drawer.”
“Are you askin’ me to move in with you, Fizzy?”
“Well, no. It’s too soon for that. But if you want to keep a change or two of clothes here, I think that makes sense.” She bit her lip. “I like the idea of more sleepovers.”
“Me too.” I kissed the side of her mouth and pulled away, grabbing the wine opener.
“Any updates on the Spiders?” she asked as she stirred the chili, then put the lid back on the crockpot.
“I don’t know everything, honestly. I’m just a soldier,” I said. “But we’re not locked down, so that’s a positive.”
“Are you worried?”
“In so much that Warlock’s certifiably crazy? Yeah. But right now, you’re here and not at Hatch and Maisie’s, so if he’s comfortable with that, then we’re safe.” I nodded to her necklace. Every old lady, brother, sister, and child of the club, wore some kind of jewelry that had a tracker on it. She had chosen a necklace. I wore a ring. If she was in danger, she could press the button, and it would notify me and all of the officers in the club her exact location. “Do not take that off.”
She ran her fingers over it. “I won’t.”
“Mom wants us over for Sunday dinner.”
Waverly let out a quiet gasp.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your mom wants to do a proper family dinner?”
“Honey, I can’t tell if that’s freaking you out or not.”
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had a proper family dinner?”
