“It’s beautiful.”
Cam leads me downstairs and into the kitchen. “Everything’s about ready. It’s been warming while I left to pick you up.”
I stand in the middle of the kitchen, unsure of what to do.
“Can you take the salads, hon?” Cam hands me two bowls filled with mixed greens and tomato slices.
“Sure.”
Smiling at his sweet term of endearment, I walk over to the rectangular dining table and put down the two bowls. An unopened bottle of wine sits on the table.
“You ready?” Cam has two wine glasses in one hand and a corkscrew in the other.
I sit down and wait politely while Cam struggles with the wine bottle.
“I can never get these things,” he mutters as he tries to get the corkscrew into the cork.
“Need a hand?”
“You good at this?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll have to have you over every time I want a glass of wine,” he jokes.
* * *
I finish the last bite of one of the best homemade dinners I’ve ever had. Cam went all out with chicken dumplings, baked sweet potatoes, and corn bread.
But once dinner’s over, my nerves start. I’m going to have sex tonight. Finally.
Cam looks at me, and it’s like he senses my anxiety. “I’m going to need to shovel after this snowfall,” he says casually as he glances out the window.
I crane my neck but I’m too far away from the window to see much in the dark.
“Is it snowing a lot?” I ask.
“Enough. You want to shovel together?”
“You don’t use a snowplow service?”
Mama couldn’t survive without one.
“Nope. I do my own shoveling.” He takes my hand. “Come out with me. It’ll be fun. It’s a full moon tonight. Plus, I want to show you something.”
I pull on my coat and hat and follow him out the front door reluctantly. I like the snow, but I don’t really understand why we would shovel when it’s still actually snowing. It seems like that would defeat the purpose.
But Cam is naturally more optimistic than I am. He leads the way to his garage happily, not seeming to realize his shoveling efforts may not make much sense to the average person.
And when he opens the door to his garage, I gasp. “Wow!”
The space is filled with the most beautiful wood furniture I’ve ever seen.
He smiles at my expression. “Take a look around if you want.”
Stunned by the detail of the different pieces, I wander around the room. From a ranch-style bed frame to an intricately-designed dresser, everything is meticulously made.
“How do you find the time to do all this?”
