“Were you waiting for me?” I ask the obvious.
“No,” she deadpans. “I was waiting for thieves to break into our house.”
I humor her. “Were you now?”
She nods, fresh and fully awake now.
“Did he come in?”
“Oh, sure.”
“What did he steal? Perhaps your heart?” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“No, just my sanity and peace.”
I scowl, and she laughs, and that makes my mood infinitely better. Even though I love what I do, being the boss can be tiring sometimes.
“You must be hungry,” she says after she is done laughing at me. “I will reheat dinner for you.”
“No need,” I say, pulling her down. “You just stay here with me. I want to adore you some more.”
She clears her throat. “Cute, but I am hungry too, and if I don’t eat, I will kill you in your sleep.”
I don’t doubt her skills for a second. She has read more than a handful of thriller and murder mystery books, and she might just do the job better than most serial killers.
She is feisty like that.
“I can’t risk that,” I say, getting up and following behind her. “I still have to win my wife back.”
She hurries towards the kitchen, and I bite back my smirk. I let her win everything, be it a race, a competition we were both taking part in, or a board game. Anything she wanted, I madesure she got it. The only place I won’t let her win is this three-month challenge.
After all the conversations we have had today, I am confident that she will be mine once again.
By hook or by crook.
“Mom made butter chicken,” she says, and my mouth instantly waters. “She stoleMaa’srecipe and put her own twist on it.”
“It will be good then,” I say, as she puts the bowl of chicken in the microwave. She uncovers the pot of rice, and steam comes out of it.
“I made this fresh,” she clarifies.
I help her take out the dishes and reheat thenaanon the pan, and we work together in a silent rhythm that is oddly comforting.
“How was work?” I ask her.
“Good,” she replies. “Working from home with both of our mothers at home was chaotic as hell. But it was nice. At least, I didn’t get bored of the silence like usual.”
I smiled. It was good to know that she had some company.
“That’s nice. My day at the office got significantly better after your call.”
She passes me a smile before taking out the bowl from the microwave and settling it down on the table. I follow hot on her heels and arrange everything neatly before taking a seat close to her.
She notices me pulling my seat closer to her and shifts it a little, but does that stop me? Not a chance in hell.
So instead of pushing my chair closer to her, I simply drag her chair closer to mine, causing a screeching sound in the dead hall. She slaps me on the shoulder lightly.
“Are you crazy? Both of our mothers are sleeping?” she glares at me.
