“No,” he said. “But the second we’re out of lockdown, we’ll go.”
I sighed. “I hate this.”
“Same.” He kissed my temple. “We can get you a ring now, though.”
“What?” I squeaked.
“We can head down to that jeweler Hatch mentioned and pick out whatever you want. Show the world it’s permanent.”
Before I could answer, Rooster’s phone rang, and he snagged it off the nightstand.
“It’s Hatch.”
I rolled my eyes. “Impeccable timing.”
“Hey, brother.” Rooster ran his finger over my hip as he nodded. “Yeah, she’s packing right now.”
I raised an eyebrow and mouthed,‘Liar!’
“I’m not sure, hold on.” He cocked his head. “You wanna stay at the new place or Hatch’s?”
I bit my lip. “New place, I think. More privacy.”
“How will there be more privacy?” he challenged.
“More people means more chances to sneak away. I love being with Hatch and Maisie, but if we’re in their home, I’d feel like I’d need to engage more, which is fine, but if we find we want to be alone at the club, I won’t feel rude.”
He grinned and gave me a nod, returning to the call. “Hey, Hatch. We’re gonna head out to the compound. Yeah. Thanks. No, not long. Think we can stop by that jeweler you mentioned first?”
“Rooster!” I hissed.
“Understood. We’ll be quick. Yeah. Got it. Okay. See you after dinner. Right. Bye.” He hung up and dropped his phone on the nightstand again. “If we’re gonna hit Rondan’s, we need to be quick. We didn’t get to do it before and I don’t want to wait anymore.”
“What?” I scrambled off the bed. “We don’t have time to go to Rondan’s!”
Rondan’s was our go-to jeweler for every occasion. Birthdays, engagements, I’m sorrys, and congratulations. He had everything your heart desired and if he didn’t have it at the ready, he’d make it happen.
“We won’t if you don’t pack a bag right now,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Gah! You drive me nuts,” I complained, grabbing a bag from my closet and throwing clothes haphazardly into it.
Rooster laughed as he strolled into my bathroom, cleaning up then pulling his clothes back on. I was still buck-naked as I packed and he calmly stripped my bed, throwing a load of laundry in my washer.
“Did you just start the washer?” I demanded.
“Ah, yeah? You need me to throw something else in?”
“How do we have time to run a wash cycle, Rooster?”
“Baby, by the time you get your gorgeous ass in gear and finish packing, clean up a little, get dressed, and I make your bed, the load’ll be done. I’ll swap it so it can dry so it won’t stink and be done waitin’ for you when this shit is over. I figure we’ll also start your dishwasher so dishes don’t stink up the place, and you can rest easy knowin’ you’ll come home to a somewhat clean home. We can take a little while to do that, right?”
“Okay, note to present and future you, when I’m stressing out about time, I’d rather you not be perfect and sweet, got it?”
“Got it.” He grinned. “Need me to do anything for you right now, or should I go ahead and start the dishwasher?”
“Go ahead and start the dishwasher,” Igrumbled.
“When I’m done with that, point me in the direction of the clean sheets and I’ll make the bed,” he said before walking out of the room.
