“Traitor,” Kristen mumbled pathetically as she shifted the bag over her shoulder, shot him one last glare and stormed off, leaving him sitting there, petting the dog.
When he heard the frantic sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing, he gave the dog one last scratch behind his ears before he got up and made his way to the window. He pulled the stick free and tossed it outside before closing the window. He moved to lock it only to decide against it since he didn’t want to discourage her from breaking in again.
As he made his way to the kitchen, he found himself wondering what happened this morning. He’d been looking forward to another glaring session when his client left, had actually counted down the minutes until he could piss her off again just so that she would glare at him only to have her grab her stuff as soon as his client left, mumbled something that he didn’t understand and quickly headed for the door.
And now, it seemed that she was tearing his kitchen apart, Garrett realized as he stepped into the kitchen in time to watch Kristen shift her focus to the bottom cabinets. When she leaned over so that she could shove his mixing bowls aside, he was forced to bite back a groan when the move caused her jeans to pull tightly across her ass, hugging every generous curve and making it really fucking difficult to remember that was never going to fucking happen.
He wasn’t about to do anything to fuck this up.
“Where are they?” came the angrily muttered demand that told him just how close she was to pouting.
Having a pretty good idea what the little addict was looking for, Garrett made his way into the pantry and-
“Start talking,” Kristen said, drawing his attention to find her standing in the doorway with her arms folded over her chest, her beautiful blue eyes narrowed on him in a move that dared him to say something that would piss her off.
“What do you want to know?” Garrett asked as he reached up and grabbed a box of Hostess Snoballs off the top shelf.
“Everything,” she said, making his lips twitch as he opened the box only to have it plucked out of his hand.
“Is there any chance that you could narrow it down for me?” Garrett asked, watching as Kristen focused on the box as she made her way back into the kitchen.
“Your bedroom,” Kristen mumbled absently as she tore open a Snoball.
“What about it?” Garrett asked as he grabbed the leftover box of pizza from the fridge and tossed it on the counter.
“You didn’t renovate it yet, did you?” Kristen asked, watching him closely.
Shaking his head, he said, “I haven’t had a chance yet,” as he grabbed a slice of cheese pizza and took a bite.
Nodding absently, Kristen took a bite of her Snoball as she focused her attention on the backpack she’d dropped on the floor. After a quick search, she pulled out a thick stack of faded notebooks and dropped them on the counter. Before he could ask what she was doing, Kristen grabbed the notebook on top, quickly flipped through it until she found what she was looking for and tossed it in front of him.
Throwing her a curious look, Garrett took another bite as he glanced down at the notebook and-
“That’s your dining room,” Kristen said, pointing at a drawing that he made when they were fifteen.
He swallowed hard as he took in the dining room that he drew for her from the dining room table that he’d designed andbuilt over the summer to the fireplace that had taken two weeks to get right.
“And this,” Kristen said, finishing off the Snoball before she grabbed another notebook and quickly flipped through it until she found the page she was looking for, “is the hidden room.”
Garrett took another bite of cold pizza before he tossed the crust to the large golden retriever by his side. “It took three months to find the lanterns.” Garrett said, running his fingertips over the edge of the drawing. “I had to rip out the old laundry room to make room for the hidden room.”
“And if I had to guess,” Kristen said, grabbing another notebook and quickly flipped through it before stopping on the drawing he made when they were twelve, “this is going to be your bedroom.”
“No, this is,” Garrett said, shaking his head as he reached over and took her hand in his. He gave it a gentle tug that had her following him as he made his way back to his office.
When they reached his desk, Garrett released her hand and sat down in his chair. After a slight hesitation, he opened the middle drawer and pulled out the designs he came up with for the rest of the house and placed them on the desk.
Kristen threw him a curious look before she glanced at the drawings and-
Tore a pained grunt from him when she dropped down on his lap. With an absently murmured, “I’m gonna need you to move closer,” that had him glaring at the back of her head, he wrapped his arm around her and moved closer so that she could prop her elbows on the desk with a satisfied sigh.
“I forgot how bossy you were,” Garrett said, only to feel his lips twitch when she said, “Give it time. It will come back to you.”
“What do you think?” he asked, watching as she looked over his designs.
“Is this from my first book?”
“Yes,” Garrett said as he wrapped his other arm around her.
