A hint of a smile tugs at his lips as he plates our food. Sliding one of the plates my way, he asks. “Anything else? Want to talk about monthly expenses? Chores?”
I shake my head, needing a break from this conversation for now. “We can figure that out as we go, but I do want to make one thing totally clear.”
He goes still, his eyes turning serious. “Yeah, sure.”
“The toilet seat always stays down, Beck. Always.”
He barks out a laugh, and I join in just moments later. “Got it, boss.”
“I am not your boss!”
A slow grin spreads across his face. “Okay, wife.”
Chapter Twenty
HOLLIS
Jonas
How’s it going?
Me
Meeting with the broker tomorrow to tour some properties.
And yes, before you ask, the hotel is at the top of the list.
Jonas
Excellent. Send me pics.
Me
Will do.
Jonas
How is everything else going?
Me
It’s…going.
Jonas
Really? That’s it. That’s all you’re gonna give me.
Me
It’s been an adjustment. We’re still trying to figure things out.
That is the understatement of the year. After that first night, I thought we’d found our rhythm again. Or we were at least getting there. We joked, and the conversation flowed.
It felt good. Normal.
Even when the conversation could have gotten awkward.
I understand her hesitance and her need for rules. I need them too. She may be trying to protect our friendship, but I’m trying to protect my heart.
