Chapter 6
Rowan heard the front door open and close and glanced toward the short hallway as Michael set his computer bag down.
“Hey. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes,” she said.
“Sorry I’m late. Masters dropped three new accounts on my desk today.” He kissed her and snagged a cracker from the package on the counter.
She playfully swatted at his hand. “I really hope you get that promotion so you don’t have to work for him anymore.”
“You and me both. I’m going to have to work overtime for the next three weeks to clear all my accounts so he’s not calling on our honeymoon.”
“As annoyed as I am that you have to work so much, I will be extremely pissed off if he calls while we’re in the Keys.”
“You and me both. Do I have any clothes here?”
“Yeah. There’s some sweats and t-shirts in the laundry basket in the bedroom.”
Michael kissed her on the cheek, rounded the end of the counter, and walked the eleven and a half steps to her bedroom. He returned a few minutes later and opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. “Are you having wine?”
“Yes.”
They fell into an easy rhythm as Michael mixed a salad together while she finished the chicken casserole, then they sat at the small kitchen table to eat.
“Have you talked to Stephanie recently?” he asked.
“Earlier today. Everything’s on schedule. We’re going to go to the florist tomorrow to see the samples for the bouquets. She’s set up menu tasting for us next Thursday—do you think you can take a long lunch break?”
“Didn’t we already to a tasting?”
“Yes, but this is for what they’ll actually serve at the reception so we can make any changes or substitutions if we want.”
“Thursday’s not good. We have a staff meeting from eleven to one.”
“Who has a two-hour staff meeting?” she asked.
“Masters. Can you take Claudia with you?” he asked.
“I’ll ask her. If not, I know one of the girls at work will go with me.”
“They’ll probably enjoy it a lot more than I will, anyway. I don’t really care what we eat,” he said.
She smiled. “True. The price on that house dropped again.”
“How much?”
“Three thousand.”
“I’m still not excited about the price. Even with the decrease, it’s significantly more than the comps in the area. Plus, we should wait until after the wedding to buy a house. Banks look more favorably on couples that are married than couples that cohabitate.”
“I know, but I think we’re going to have a hard time finding a house that meets both our criteria, in a good school district, and in our price range, even if it’s at the high end.”
“We don’t have to find anything right away. We have time before we have to start thinking about school zones.” He paused with the fork halfway to his mouth, then lowered it again. “Unless there’s something you need to tell me.”
“What?” What he was implying clicked. “Oh! No. I’m not pregnant. It’s just that we’re getting married in a month and we still haven’t decided whether you’re moving in here or if I’m moving in with you.”
“I’ll move in here. My lease is up in two months and it will be less expensive to ride it out than it will be to break it. That way I also get the security deposit back.”
“What about all your furniture?”
