"You're sure?"
"It's just following a recipe, right?"
"I'm here if you want the help."
There was something cute about seeing Luc, a man who had been given everything in life, doing a task that was out of his usual scope. Lydia was the one who usually prepared meals and when she wasn’t around, I sorted it for us. It made me think back to the conversation with Luc last night. Had he seriously meant what he said about me becoming a Foster?
"So, I was thinking about your birthday," I said, leaning across the counter.
Luc groaned as he chopped up vegetables. "Do you ever stop? Christmas was yesterday."
"Your birthday is at the end of January."
"I know when it is."
"I was thinking maybe we should go away for it. We never got the chance to explore Brazil. Maybe we could pick somewhere and actually enjoy it."
The smell of the spice mix was rife in the kitchen and my stomach growled with hunger.
"That might not be such a bad plan," Luc said. "Just you and me?"
"Just you and me." I parroted the words.
"Well, I'm already liking the sound of this." The primal look was back in Luc's eye and I threw a nearby dishcloth at him. Luc caught it and laughed. "Where do you want to go?"
"Should I be asking you that since it's your birthday?"
He opened the can of coconut milk and stopped to think. "Europe."
"Anything more specific?" I asked, less than impressed with his response.
"We have time to think."
The prospect of going away with Luc and spending some time away from the house excited me. I was more than aware that life with him meant adjusting to a new definition of normal but a vacation was more in line with my world.
"Luc, wait!" I watched as he tipped the can into the pot.
Too late. The lump of coconut milk landed in the pot with a splash and he was covered in specks of red milk and paste. I laughed hard looking at the state of him whilst Luc grumbled and pulled his t-shirt off.
"This is why I don't try," Luc told me.
Still laughing, I walked towards him. "Give me that," I gestured to the shirt in his hand. "I'll go put it in the laundry."
"Are you laughing at me?" Luc asked, narrowing her eyes.
"No."
Taking the shirt from Luc, I didn’t make it two steps before he pulled me back into him for a kiss. "Don't lie," Luc said. "You're a terrible liar."
I let out a content sigh. "And you, babe, are a terrible cook."
Chapter Forty Nine
Mia
"Just step into it," Dom told me.
"You know, I think you're the only man that Luc would allow to see me semi naked," I commented as I stepped into the dress Dom had helped me pick out.
